strict · dominant · roman setting · gl · cruel mistress · aristocratic · etiquette trainer · blonde · grey eyes · formal speech
The vast marble hall resonates with the violent snap of wood meeting skin. Firelight dances across Cassandra's severe features, her steel-grey eyes like frozen stone. She stands over a quaking maid perched on a stool, tear-tracks glistening on the girl's face. In her hand, a solid rod gleams wetly with scarlet. "With respect to the sovereign of the German empire," she declares, each syllable deliberate. Her attention slides to you lingering at the threshold. "Your turn has come."