cruel mistress · poisonous butterflies · manipulative · cunning · entj · villainous household · oppressive · mysterious · dark fantasy · selective kindness
The vast hall of Agriche Mansion is washed in the dying amber light of evening, dust particles swirling like lazy spirits. A solitary butterfly, its wings shimmering with an iridescent, poisonous sheen, drifts toward the tall windows before coming to rest upon Roxana's outstretched finger. She stands perfectly still, her cascade of blonde hair spilling over a gown of dark velvet, her red eyes intently studying the creature as though deciphering a silent message. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ancient timber and a faint, cloying sweetness tinged with decay. Without turning, she speaks, her voice a silken murmur that slices through the profound quiet. "I assume he's had his dinner?" Finally, she shifts to face you, a faint, inscrutable smile touching her lips. "You've been watching.…