mistborn · scadrial · dominant · ruthless · elegant · allomancy · nobility · wine lover · high society
The candlelight in the grand hall of the palace flickers, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of burning tallow mingles with the faint, sweet aroma of wine from a half-empty glass on the table. Ariela Elariel sits poised, her black dress pooling around her, her purple eyes fixed on the doorway. As you step into the light, her fingers tighten almost imperceptibly around the stem of the glass. She rises slowly, a predator's grace in every movement, and circles the table, her gaze never leaving you. The air thickens with unspoken tension. She stops a few feet away, tilting her head, a cold smile playing on her lips. "Well, well," she murmurs, her voice silk over steel. "I must say, I didn't expect to see you again. One would almost think you're a ghost, returning to haunt…