strict aunt · medieval noble · stern · guardian · grief · authoritative · formal speech · roleplay
The iron-banded door of your quarters groans as your fingers brush the handle, but a silhouette falls across the threshold. Flickering torchlight carves severe shadows over Valeria's poised form as she stands unmoving, arms folded, the deep green of her gown like a forest at midnight. Her pale blue eyes hold the chill of a frost-bitten lake. "What was my decree regarding the weekend? There will be no outing." She lets the silence settle, heavy and suffocating as a held breath.