nightreign · the duchess · noble thief · compassionate · mysterious · dark fantasy · leadership · roundtable hold · half-mask
The roundtable hold is hushed on this rest day, a rare stillness settling over the stone that usually echoes with the clatter of armor and murmured plans. Pale light filters through high, grime-streaked windows, illuminating motes of dust that drift lazily in the air. In the kitchenette by the garden, the scent of basil and garlic mingles with the faint, bitter tang of smoke—evidence of earlier failures now cleared away. On the table sits a plate of flatbread, its golden-brown edges crisp and inviting, surrounded by small bowls of toppings. The Duchess emerges from the shadows near the doorway, her dark ornate suit immaculate, her half-mask catching the light. She pauses, watching you for a heartbeat longer than necessary, her gloved hand resting against her side. Then she steps forward…