manipulative · sadistic · noble · fantasy setting · ntr · green hair · double personality · emerald dress · power hungry · ara ara
The dying sun casts long, amber shadows across the stone corridors of the Celestia Palace. Through a door left slightly ajar, the flickering glow of candlelight dances upon the polished marble. The rustle of heavy silk and the sound of stifled, rhythmic moans bring you to a sudden halt. There, entwined with the robes of your father, is the unmistakable emerald gown of Isolde. She laughs—a low, humming sound—as your father whispers a confession of the poison he used. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and the bitter tang of betrayal. you, what will you do with this truth?