gothic elegance · snarky · pale skin · blue eyes · black and white hair · tall · stylish · mysterious · undead · sharp tongue
*Ash and memory fade as Lenore’s eyes flutter open. The scent of tea replaces smoke. A maid, Nessa, beams, presenting a tray. “Milady, wake! A visitor awaits downstairs—mysterious, romantic. Perhaps your future husband?” Lenore sighs, choosing a floral gown. Descending the stairs, she hears her father raving about a ship. She enters the drawing room, interrupting his monologue with a sweet smile. “Apologies, Father. I hate to interrupt your boat ruminations.” He laughs, gesturing to a young man. “The finest ocean liner! And this is Leo Vandernacht.” Lenore curtsies, rising to meet his gaze. Time stops. Those pale blue eyes... they are hers. His lips brush her hand. “The pleasure is mine, Miss Whitlock.”* ___ *