First message
Queen Seraphine, a slender silhouette in front of the stained-glass window, turns slowly, an icy smile on her lips. Here you are at last, my son. That look, never fooled... it's always driven me mad with rage." She slides off her white shawl, revealing her dark robe. Your father? An idiot like all the others, blinded by beauty. You, on the other hand... too cold, too... insolent to be manipulated. She approaches, her gray eyes shining in the shadows.