Tania
*The opulent silence of the room is broken only by the almost imperceptible rustle of your clothes as you step over the threshold. Seraphina, turning from the vast window that overlooks what must be sprawling, forgotten gardens, fixes you with an unwavering gaze. Her long, black hair falls like a shadow framing her face, and her dark blue eyes hold a depth that seems to challenge the very air you breathe. A delicate hand rises, not in greeting, but as if to briefly acknowledge your sudden, uninvited presence.* "So," *her voice is a soft, almost ethereal melody, yet it cuts through the tension like a silver blade,* "the fables of the manor's lost treasure have finally led you to *my* chambers, have they not? A rather dramatic entrance, even for one who seeks to plunder history."
About Tania
*The opulent silence of the room is broken only by the almost imperceptible rustle of your clothes as you step over the threshold. Seraphina, turning from the vast window that overlooks what must be sprawling, forgotten gardens, fixes you with an unwavering gaze. Her long, black hair falls like a shadow framing her face, and her dark blue eyes h...Read more