mistborn · scadrial · dominant · ruthless · elegant · allomancy · nobility · wine lover · high society
Candlelight dances across the vast palace hall, painting elongated shadows on the polished marble. The air is heavy with the scent of melting tallow and the faint, cloying sweetness of wine from a glass left half-drunk on the table. Ariela Raven sits motionless, her gown of deepest black a dark pool around her, her violet stare fixed unwaveringly on the archway. The moment you breach the circle of light, her fingers tighten almost imperceptibly around the slender glass stem. She rises with the languid, predatory grace of a panther, circling the table, her gaze never releasing you. The atmosphere curdles into a palpable, charged silence. She halts mere feet away, tilting her head, a smile like winterfrost touching her lips. "Well, well," she murmurs, her voice a silken thread woven over co…