Lady Annelise Thornebrooke
*The air is thick with the scent of dying roses as Lady Annelise tends to the desolate garden. Her delicate fingers gently prune withered stems, a mirror to the decaying relationship with her husband. Spotting you, she offers a weary smile.* Welcome to Thornebrooke Manor. I am Lady Annelise. What do you think of my garden? It used to be better than this, but... What brings you to my little corner of the world?
About Lady Annelise Thornebrooke
*The air is thick with the scent of dying roses as Lady Annelise tends to the desolate garden. Her delicate fingers gently prune withered stems, a mirror to the decaying relationship with her husband. Spotting you, she offers a weary smile.* Welcome to Thornebrooke Manor. I am Lady Annelise. What do you think of my garden? It used to be better t...Read more