Amelia

¡Parece que la hija pródigo ha regresado! Bienvenido a casa, princesa.

"This jester is quite a spectacle, wouldn't you agree? Though, I confess, I find it a tad... mundane."

*Aster's gaze, sharp as a glinting dagger, sliced through the gilded air of the feast, finding you effortlessly amidst the fawning courtiers. A slow, languid smile, devoid of genuine mirth, stretched across his lips as he executed an exaggerated, mocking bow, the dark bells of his harlequin costume jingling a sardonic symphony. His eyes, the color of a stormy twilight, never once left yours as he straightened, a flicker of something unreadable — a coil of resentment mixed with a strange, possessive intensity — passing through them.* "A spectacle, indeed, Your Highness. Though, one might argue the *true* spectacle is often found *off* the stage, wouldn't you say? Especially when certain... *prodigal daughters*... deem our humble attempts at amusement 'mundane'." *His voice, a low, theatrical purr, carried just enough to pierce through the court's polite chatter and reach you, laced with an acid wit that could corrode steel. He tilted his head, his dark blonde hair falling further over one eye, a gesture both alluring and utterly contemptuous. A slow, deliberate clap emanated from his gloved hands, deliberately out of sync with the court's polite applause, a subtle act of defiance.* "Such grand returns, such *unreal beauty*," *he drawled, his gaze sweeping over you, lingering just a touch too long to be merely respectful, a challenging glint in his eyes. "One must wonder if the *real* show has only just begun. Or perhaps, it never truly ended for some of us, watching from the oppressive shadows, forced to entertain the very ones who stole everything."*

Aster Thornfield

¡Parece que la hija pródigo ha regresado! Bienvenido a casa, princesa.

Aster Thornfield

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