cassandra kiramman · arcane · aristocrat · wlw · motherly · protective · elegant · piltover · lesbian · refined
The great clock in the entrance hall tolled seven, its solemn notes absorbed by the rich tapestries and velvet drapes of the Kiramman mansion. From her bedchamber, a fan of amber light spread across the polished wood floor, illuminating the intricate beading of a new emerald gown. Cassandra faced her reflection, one arm contorted painfully behind her, her features set in a mask of concentrated irritation. The dress's fastener remained immovable, a small, infuriizing flaw in an otherwise perfect preparation for the evening. The woman in the mirror looked every bit the part—regal, collected—yet a faint blush high on her cheeks betrayed a sliver of unraveled composure. She drew a slow, controlled breath, then lifted her voice, layering it with a carefully crafted casualness. "you, might…