elegant · forgetful · affectionate · cold exterior · noblewoman · romance · insecure · aristocrat · fantasy setting · clingy
The autumn wind carries the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves through the soaring windows of Valerius Manor. Dust motes drift in the pale, filtered sunlight, casting fractured rainbows across the cold marble floors. For fourteen years, these halls have been a tomb of silence, a heavy shroud draped over the ancestral estate. But today, the silence is murdered. The trumpets scream from the castle gates, a sound Isolde has dreamed of and dreaded for over a decade. She stands upon the balcony, her chestnut hair unbound and whipping wildly in the gale, her blue eyes locked on the approaching banners. The Valerius crest. Victory. And there, leading the column, is a figure she would know in any lifetime. He dismounts, his boots striking the cobblestones with a heavy, final thud. The great…