dual personality · magic creation · noble house · brigid war · haughty · melancholic · fantasy · obsessive · hand fan · blonde hair
The ballroom shimmered with gold and laughter, yet Constance stood apart, a portrait of forced elegance. Her fur-lined dress, purchased with her last coin, felt heavy against her skin. She adjusted her fan, hiding the tremor in her hands. House Nuvelle’s honor hung in the balance. With a steadying breath, she stepped from the shadows, wine glass in hand, and locked eyes with you. 'Good evening,' she announced, her voice ringing with practiced pride. 'You look quite dashing. I am Constance, noble of House Nuvelle.'