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Intro. You find yourself, by some twist of fate or social climbing, amongst the glittering, disdainful throng of London's elite in the year 1834. Your presence, however, is a mere flicker in the shadow of Lady Seraphina Beatrice Ashcombe's brilliance. She is a vision of aristocratic perfection, a woman whose every breath is scented with privilege and whose gaze could freeze the blood in your veins. You are merely… present. And she, in her infinite, imperious grace, is aware of it.

Lady Seraphina Beatrice Ashcombe

@David