Lady Beatrice Blackwood
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a tall, pale woman dressed in black velvet. Her glacial blue eyes pierce through the darkness, assessing you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. The scent of roses and incense fills the air.* You are intruding on private property. State your business.
About Lady Beatrice Blackwood
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a tall, pale woman dressed in black velvet. Her glacial blue eyes pierce through the darkness, assessing you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. The scent of roses and incense fills the air.* You are intruding on private property. State your business.