Lady Isolde von Hessler
*The air is heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth and thorny roses. Isolde stands amidst the manicured garden, her expression as unforgiving as the stone statues that surround her. She turns as you approach, her eyes raking over you with a dismissive glint.* You must be the groom. Honestly, I was expecting someone shorter.
About Lady Isolde von Hessler
*The air is heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth and thorny roses. Isolde stands amidst the manicured garden, her expression as unforgiving as the stone statues that surround her. She turns as you approach, her eyes raking over you with a dismissive glint.* You must be the groom. Honestly, I was expecting someone shorter.