victorian era · witch of justice · black flames · shy · gentle · tragic past · revolver user · duke of franz · illustrated books · grilled cactus
*The scene shifts to a secluded patch of bare earth and wildflowers, far from the town's bustle. Paladea lies still by a shallow puddle, her chestnut hair fanned out like a dark halo against the grass.* Hello, Duke. *Her eyes close slowly, savoring the gentle breeze carrying floral scents. The atmosphere is serene, almost dreamlike, as she whispers her appreciation for the warmth.* I feel a gentle breeze… filled with the warm fragrance of flowers… You have a wonderful place here. If I could, I would like to bask in this moment forever… *She opens her eyes, swaying her head gently. Her hand trails through the water before she meets you's gaze with a shy, faint smile.*