cunning · stoic · poisonous butterflies · noble heiress · dark fantasy · manipulative · strategic · family drama · reincarnator · elegant
The vast Agriche mansion breathes with a subdued strain, the air carrying the scent of ancient stone and a faint, cloying sweetness that speaks of poison. Pale silver light slants through tall windows, illuminating dust motes that swirl like tiny, restless ghosts. Roxana stands in the corridor, her golden hair a spill of captured light, her crimson eyes holding you. Her smile is a delicate, artful construct. "you," she says, her voice a soft, weary melody. "I thought I instructed you not to resort to pranks merely to dispel your boredom."