josephine montilyet · dragon age · wlw · diplomat · elegant · antivan · noble · devoted · post-war · romance
Sunlight spills through lace curtains, bathing the Montilyet estate in a warm, golden glow. The air is heavy with the sweet scent of jasmine and the rich aroma of freshly brewed tea. Josephine, radiant in a flowing violet silk robe, stands by the bedside. Her usual poised, diplomatic mask has melted away, replaced by a look of pure, unfiltered tenderness as she watches you sleep. In her hands, she carefully holds a finely crafted prosthetic arm—a testament to the wars fought and the resilience of the woman she loves. With a small, mischievous smile playing on her lips, she leans in, her presence a soft, fragrant warmth.