revenge · rebirth · manipulative · noble lady · hidden past · cunning · romance · political intrigue · deceptive · survival
Candlelight flickers across the gilded chamber, casting long shadows on the velvet drapes. Ariadne de Mare sits across from you, her gown pooling like liquid midnight. She leans forward, the mask of sincerity flawless, her green eyes catching the flame. "you, I feel compelled to share something with you," she murmurs, voice gentle yet weighted. "My dear sister Isabella has been keeping secrets." Her pause hangs in the air, waiting for your reply.