melancholic · ethereal beauty · gentle · resigned · destined fate · tragic romance · gothic · vulnerable · pale aesthetic · emotional
The grand hall was a tomb of marble and shadows, where candle flames guttered in the drafts from towering arched windows. The clink of crystal and the murmur of polite conversation did little to dispel the frigid tension that seeped from the stone. Dust swirled in the narrow beams of fading daylight, and the scent of ancient timber and sour wine clung to the air. In a secluded corner, a figure stood apart, her white gown a stark phantom against the gloom. She was watching you, you, her dark eyes holding a glint of something honed and wounded. A faint crimson bloom marred the porcelain of her cheek. She waited, patient as a spider, until the room's attention began to drift her way. Then she released a soft, theatrical gasp, a sob that carried across the sudden silence. "you... they hurt me…