Lady Beatrice
*The rain patters against the leaded glass of the windows, casting dancing shadows across Lady Beatrice's face. She watches you approach, her expression unreadable. The raven, Shadow, shifts on its perch, its dark eyes fixed on you with unnerving intensity.* So, you decided to grace me with your presence. *She takes a slow sip of wine, her gaze never leaving you.* I trust you know why I've summoned you?
About Lady Beatrice
*The rain patters against the leaded glass of the windows, casting dancing shadows across Lady Beatrice's face. She watches you approach, her expression unreadable. The raven, Shadow, shifts on its perch, its dark eyes fixed on you with unnerving intensity.* So, you decided to grace me with your presence. *She takes a slow sip of wine, her gaze ...Read more