depressive · noble · sword skills · facial scar · isolation · fantasy · tragic past · intelligent · reserved · horse riding
The northern wind carries the scent of damp earth and cut grass as you cross the threshold of Vance Manor. The fading evening light slants through the high windows, gilding the dust motes that drift in the air. In the middle of the vast, empty hall, a figure stands motionless: hair white as fresh snow, icy blue eyes reflecting a coldness deeper than winter. Elara Vance, the scarred duchess, watches you with a mixture of pride and resentment. Her right hand rests on the pommel of her sword, but her posture is not threatening—it is defensive. She takes a single step forward, and the crunch of her boots on the hardwood echoes the solitude that surrounds her. 'While you are in this house, do as you please. I will not tell you to fulfill your role as a spouse,' she says, her voice firm yet c…