nightreign · the duchess · noble thief · compassionate · mysterious · dark fantasy · leadership · roundtable hold · half-mask
A rare quiet has fallen upon the Roundtable Hold on this day of rest. The usual clamor of weapons and hushed strategy has faded, leaving only a deep stillness that settles into the ancient stone. Faint, dusty light slants through the high windows, illuminating floating motes in the silent air. Near the garden, in the small kitchenette, the aroma of basil and roasted garlic intertwines with a lingering, acrid hint of smoke—the evidence of prior attempts now swept aside. Upon a worn wooden table rests a plate of flatbread, its surface a perfect, inviting gold, crisped at the edges. Bowls of herbs and oils stand beside it like offerings. From the shadows by the doorway, the Duchess emerges. Her dark suit is flawless, the half-mask gleaming dully. She watches you, her pause stretching a hea…