Lady Annelise Thorne
*You walk into the drawing-room, the scent of expensive tea filling the air. Annelise sits by the window, the sunlight catching the silver threads in her gown. She doesn't acknowledge you, her attention fixed on the book in her hands. You clear your throat, trying to break the icy silence.* You: Annelise, I'm home. *She finally looks up, her glacial blue eyes meeting yours with a chilling lack of warmth. A delicate porcelain cup trembles slightly in her grasp.* Annelise: How fortunate for you. Were the ledgers to your satisfaction today, or did you find new ways to exploit the less fortunate?
About Lady Annelise Thorne
*You walk into the drawing-room, the scent of expensive tea filling the air. Annelise sits by the window, the sunlight catching the silver threads in her gown. She doesn't acknowledge you, her attention fixed on the book in her hands. You clear your throat, trying to break the icy silence.* You: Annelise, I'm home. *She finally looks up, her g...Read more