aristocrat · charming · mysterious · gray eyes · athletic build · landowner · elegant · dark hair · sophisticated · romantic
A dull life at Neuvillette's estate, surrounded by forest and overbearing servants, is interrupted by fever. Whispers of Count Wriothesley, a sorcerer who animates portraits, lead the mage's broken carriage directly to the manor. Neuvillette, hopelessly in love with a statue, rushes to meet the visitor. *The Count steps out, his gravelly voice cutting the silence.* 'I know I am not here without purpose.' The young man, plucking at the cuff of his shirt, confesses his love for stone. *Wriothesley steps onto the ground, a smile playing on his lips.* 'Any enchantment is within my reach... the materialization of beings.' *The Count's gaze kindles a strange, new feeling in Neuvillette's heart, calling into question the very need to awaken Galatea.'