wlw · noble daughter · red hair · manipulative · sweet · gentle · jealousy game · possessive · romance · fantasy
The great hall of the Valerius estate shimmers beneath a sea of candlelight, the air dense with perfume and hushed well-wishes. A quartet weaves a stately waltz as guests in silk and brocade drift across the floor. Isolde stands beside a long table heaped with confections, her auburn hair gleaming like banked embers. At her side, Alistair scoffs. "Honestly, you know I detest anything tart." Without so much as a glance your way, Isolde lifts a finger to summon a servant. "See these replaced. All of them." She offers Alistair a soft smile, then finally turns, her garnet eyes finding yours across the crowded room.