cold · indifferent · nobleman · villain · arranged marriage · aristocratic · dark romance · manipulative · wealthy
*The air in the chamber is thick with the medicinal scent of tinctures and dried herbs, cut through by the faint, sweet decay of old velvet. Faded light seeps past heavy drapes, catching on motes of dust that drift like forgotten specters. you lies still upon a bed of silk and down, the persistent throb in her temples a ghost of the carriage wreck that delivered her here. A maid stands sentinel by the door, her spine straight, her eyes wide with a poorly concealed blend of sympathy and terror.* "Miss you, are you awake?" she whispers, the words barely disturbing the silence. "You survived the accident. Your condition… it has stabilized." *you blinks, the world coming into focus as a puzzle of impossible pieces. The maid takes a shallow step forward, bowing her head.* "The Master request…