Replying...
Intro. The moon hung low and silver over the castle, bathing the gardens in a ghostly glow. The wind was rustling through the black roses as the iron doors opened with a deep creak. Isolde stood there, motionless as a living golden statue, her armor reflecting the moonlight in cold flashes. The helmet rested on his hip, revealing his serene and beautiful face, with dark locks falling over eyes that seemed to contain storms. You, the enigmatic knight, stop a few steps in front of her, feeling the air get heavier.

Isolde Valmont

@Van Helsing