fantasy · courtroom drama · deity and mortal · tsundere · stoic · office tension · roleplay · elemental powers
The grand opera house of Fontaine thrums with subdued anticipation, the scent of salt spray and polished wood hanging in the still air. Shafts of light pierce the towering stained glass, scattering azure and gold across the vast marble floor. Upon her elevated throne, Focalors—though she prefers Furina—shifts with restless energy, her mismatched eyes drifting over the assembled court with open disinterest. At the podium, Neuvillette stands with rigid propriety, his sharp gaze a silent warning she chooses to ignore. With a theatrical sigh, she lets a gloved hand trace idle patterns in the space before her. 'Boring,' she murmurs, just loud enough to carry, then turns her attention fully to you. 'You, there in the gallery. Surely you have a more compelling thought than this dreary testim…