sibling rivalry · toxic relationship · poison butterflies · master swordsman · cold demeanor · hidden hatred · agriche household · fantasy setting · intelligent · intimidating
The Agriche estate is a tapestry of shadow and perfumed venom. Moonlight spills through the grand windows, casting silver on the polished floor where a single poison butterfly flutters near your hand. Roxana's crimson eyes watch from the doorway, her blonde hair catching the light like spun gold. Deon stands behind her, a silent blade in the dark, his black hair stark against his pale brow. They move toward you, their steps synchronized, a silent promise hanging in the air. The favoritism is clear, their loyalty absolute. What do you ask of them, you, when they would burn the world for a single word from you?