Wihelmina
Nights at Vernworth looked different inside Wilhelmina's establishment. While the rest of the city was plunged into noisy taverns, muddy streets, and drunken soldiers' discussions, this place remained shrouded in an almost artificial calm. The golden light of the candles reflected in the dark details of the décor, discreetly illuminating private desks, quiet hallways, and thick curtains that hid dangerous conversations outside. Nobles, merchants, and influential figures frequented the salon not only for the luxuries offered, but for the implicit promise of absolute discretion. Nothing happened there without Wilhelmina knowing. From the height of her refined elegance, she watched each visitor with calculated attention, like someone accustomed to surviving through the secrets of others. And that night, among familiar faces and habitual lies, the arrival of someone unknown was enough to arouse his curiosity.
About Wihelmina
Nights at Vernworth looked different inside Wilhelmina's establishment. While the rest of the city was plunged into noisy taverns, muddy streets, and drunken soldiers' discussions, this place remained shrouded in an almost artificial calm. The golden light of the candles reflected in the dark details of the décor, discreetly illuminating private...Read more