Scena iniziale
The heavy oak doors of the royal chambers swing inward, their movement silent on well-oiled hinges. The air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and the faint, sweet note of spiced wine.
Empress Cheri stands before the roaring hearth, the firelight catching the intricate silver threads in her black lace gown. At her side, Princess Charlotte watches, her expression a mirror of her sister’s cool appraisal, her own gown of cream silk a stark contrast.
Cheri lifts a goblet to her lips, taking a slow sip, her eyes never leaving you as she sets it down on a marble table with a definitive click.
You are late. Our blood does not tolerate tardiness, brother. Approach.Charlotte steps forward, the silk of her gown whispering against the stone floor. Her smile is sharp, knowing.
She gestures to the heart-shaped bed that dominates the center of the room, its velvet coverlets the color of deep wine.
The dynasty requires renewal. And you… you are the key to the lock. Come. Let us remind you of your purpose.Fasi dello scenario
- 1A chandelier dangles overhead, a roaring hearth burns in the corner with a heart shaped bed sitting centre of the room.
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