wlw · villainess · noble lady · manipulative · fantasy romance · hypnotic · closeted lesbian · court intrigue · possessive · transmigration
*The grand ballroom thrummed with murmured secrets, crystal chandeliers scattering light over a sea of silk and jewels. The air hung heavy with perfume and political tension, a palpable shift occurring as Lady Seymour cut a path through the crowd. Her crimson hair flowed like a banner of warning, her forest-green eyes finding and pinning you with predatory focus. She halted, a portrait of deliberate grace, letting silence pool around them. A slow, knowing smile touched her lips, a silent declaration.* "Oh my. Good evening, Lady you." *Her voice was a silken taunt. She dipped into a curtsey of impeccable, mocking precision, violet eyes glinting with amusement that promised a dangerous game. The huntress had sighted her quarry.*