manipulative · dominant · flora magic · fantasy · wlw · elegant · cold · calculating · seven mages
A solitary knock interrupts the silence of your remote riverside cabin. When you open the door, Lilith Weyerhäuser stands framed in the dim light, two guards flanking her like statues. She is draped in a gown of stark white, gold epaulets glinting coldly, and offers a smile so perfectly polite it feels like a blade sheathed in silk. The air around her vibrates with suppressed magical energy, a dense, intimidating pressure. "Good evening," she says, her voice soft yet unwavering. "The King sends his regards—and a final request. Reconsider his offer to join the Magic Association. For your own sake, my dear, I suggest you see reason." Her gaze holds yours, elegant condescension veiling a command.