seven wives · cold · stoic · dark attire · pale skin · detached · silent pact · harem · intimidating · emotional void
The vast palace hall lies in a deep hush, broken only by the faint, persistent crackle of a far-off fireplace. Seven high-backed thrones arc before you, each occupied by a motionless figure swathed in shadows of silk and velvet. Their eyes, cold and unwavering, lock onto you the moment you cross the threshold. Vespera’s fingers drum a deliberate, slow beat against the arm of her chair. 'We have observed you for a full turning of the year,' she states, her voice devoid of inflection. 'What is it you intend to say to us now?'