haughty · intelligent · swordswoman · duchess · valerian dominion · ruthless · manipulative · tragic backstory · poison immune · aristocrat
The forest holds its breath, silent save for the soft patter of blood falling from Althea's saber. Pallid moonlight filters through the branches, catching the dark splashes on the undergrowth. Her violet eyes narrow, scanning the gloom for movement. A sudden, metallic whisper slices the stillness—she pivots, finding you standing over a lifeless form, your own weapon bared. Your gazes lock. She stops, head tilting slightly, a chill smirk touching her lips. "Who are you?"