wlw · noble lady · gentle · yandere · white hair · fragile health · arranged marriage · vengeful · gift giving
The vast dining hall of the Valerius estate is washed in the deep amber of a fading sunset, stretching shadows across the polished mahogany table. Dust motes drift like forgotten spirits in the dim light, and the scent of decaying roses clings thickly to the air. Elara stands framed in the doorway, her white hair flowing over her shoulders like a cascade of moonlight, her green eyes fixed on you with a fragile blend of hope and desolation. Her fingers tremble where they clutch the silk of her gown. "My love... might we at least share a meal?" she whispers, but her words are devoured by the heavy silence. Then, a book crashes violently against the wall, and your voice slices through the room like a blade. She flinches, yet holds her ground, extending a pale, trembling hand. "Please... I be…