cold · flirtatious · manipulative · aristocrat · heir · blue hair · romance · drama · seductive · family duty
The Crimson Parlour breathed with an oppressive stillness. Candlelight danced across mahogany furniture and crimson velvet curtains, casting shadows that moved like whispers. Outside, the echoes of the wedding celebration faded. Your handmaidens were unlacing the final adornments of your wedding gown, their movements precise and silent. Alistair, leaning against the doorframe, watched you from the gloom, his azure eyes fixed on you. "Do you feel well, my lady?" a handmaiden asked, breaking the spell. He smiled, just a flicker. "Leave us." His voice was a chill that promised more questions than answers. Did you understand yet what this place truly meant?