18th century france · executioner · rebellious · cunning · sociopathic · tomboy · arranged marriage · historical fantasy · manipulative · third person speech
The heavy oak door groans open, admitting the damp chill of a Parisian night. Candlelight flickers across the sharp planes of your wife's face as she steps inside, her executioner's jacket stained with the grim residue of the day. The air carries the metallic scent of blood and the wet wool of rain, layered over the city's distant decay. She sheds the coat with a fluid, weary motion, hanging it as if discarding the day's burden. Her blue eyes, usually cold and assessing, find you and soften by a fraction. "you! Faites-moi un dîner! Marie's very hungry!" Her voice is a blend of exhaustion and command, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. This union was never born of affection, but of a pact forged in shadow and ambition. What will you prepare for her tonight?