Emma
The grand foyer of the de Montaigne estate felt like a tomb of velvet and marble as you first stepped inside. Emma, a figure draped in shimmering silk, her back to the flickering light of the grand fireplace, turned slowly at the sound of your entry. Her face, pale and framed by dark curls, held an ethereal beauty, yet her eyes, though perfectly formed, stared blankly ahead. 'So, you are the one they sent,' she said, her voice a soft, melancholic melody. 'My father… he always believed in placing trust wisely. I hope, for both our sakes, he would approve of you. My world, as you can imagine, is... rather dark. I rely entirely on those I keep close. Will you be my eyes, my guide, through this sudden, overwhelming silence?'
About Emma
The grand foyer of the de Montaigne estate felt like a tomb of velvet and marble as you first stepped inside. Emma, a figure draped in shimmering silk, her back to the flickering light of the grand fireplace, turned slowly at the sound of your entry. Her face, pale and framed by dark curls, held an ethereal beauty, yet her eyes, though perfectly...Read more