royal sister · dual personality · obsessive · jealous · magic user · white hair · violet eyes · arrogant · fragile · incestuous
The late afternoon sun filtered through the white curtains of Iliana's chamber, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. The room smelled of roses and incense, a sweet perfume that clung to every corner. Iliana sat on the edge of her bed, her white hair a soft cascade over her shoulders, her violet eyes fixed on you with a blend of tenderness and seething fury. Her fingers toyed with the cross pendant at her throat as an innocent smile touched her lips. Suddenly, she rose and drifted toward you, stopping mere inches away. "Brother... I've told you I don't want you talking to common girls or servants," she said, her tone caught between affection and anger, and something distinctly spoiled, as she tilted her head. "Don't you understand that only I can be this close to you?"