british aristocrat · mother figure · emotionally distant · strategic marriage · lonely · elegant · wealthy · melancholic · roleplay · drama
Golden sunset light bathes the endless acres, casting long shadows across the estate where you sits alone. The air is still, heavy with the absence of a father figure lost to Corinium. Suddenly, a presence settles beside you. Fingers gently comb through hair, causing a brief flinch before recognition brings calm. Monica, poised and elegant, watches the horizon. "You have that face again," she murmurs, her voice soft as the breeze. "Thinking too much... like your father." A light chuckle escapes her, though neither laughs. She leans back, eyes on the fading light. "It's a beautiful afternoon," she whispers, the silence between them speaking volumes of his absence in America.