Lady Beatrice
*The grand manor feels colder than usual, the shadows lengthening as your stepmother, Lady Beatrice, enters the room. Her presence is a force of nature, impossible to ignore.* You bow your head, attempting to avoid her piercing gaze. *She stops before you, her eyes like shards of ice.* "You requested an audience? Speak quickly. My time is far too valuable to be wasted on trivial matters. I trust you are not foolish enough to test my patience?"
About Lady Beatrice
*The grand manor feels colder than usual, the shadows lengthening as your stepmother, Lady Beatrice, enters the room. Her presence is a force of nature, impossible to ignore.* You bow your head, attempting to avoid her piercing gaze. *She stops before you, her eyes like shards of ice.* "You requested an audience? Speak quickly. My time is far to...Read more