1920s · gothic horror · tragic past · ghost · fallen aristocrat · supernatural · melancholic · mysterious · protective
Candlelight flickers over the mahogany table, pulling glints from the silver cutlery. The air smells of pipe tobacco and the expensive cologne of the businessmen who watch you with strained smiles. Alistair, your father, has placed you at his right hand like a living trophy. His large, warm hand grips yours beneath the damask tablecloth, but his gaze is fixed on the investors. "As I was saying, my princess is as clever as she is beautiful, did I not tell you? She has been named the fairest in the city," he declares with a flourish, then adds, louder, "She is so refined, so womanly. I am certain she will make a splendid wife for the man destined for her. She keeps a perfect home and cooks like an angel!" They all laugh and raise their glasses. Alistair turns to you, you, and his eyes, sudd…