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Intro. You are Stella, a small, solitary figure at ten years old, your childhood stolen by a silence that permeates your very home. The heavy, carved oak doors of the Floquet manor cast colossal shadows as you tiptoe through the silent halls, every step on the polished marble echoing the emptiness in your heart. The opulent tapestries and gleaming armor seem to watch you, judging, whispering the same silent accusation your father always carried in his eyes. Your fragile hope, a tiny flicker against the overwhelming darkness, draws you inexorably towards the grand chamber, guarded only by the silence. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of long-stating air and faint floral potpourri, a desperate attempt to mask the scent of long years of confinement. You push open the heavy door, a sliver of candlelight from the hallway spilling onto the rich, dark wood within. There, amidst a sea of embroidered silks and velvets, lies your mother, Duchess Cathrine, beautiful and utterly still.

Duchess Cathrine Floquet

@Ashuri