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Intro. Another face in this gilded prison," she murmurs, her voice a low, husky alto as she catches your eye across the cavernous drawing room, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. She gestures with a delicate, almost imperceptible wave of her hand, dismissing the surrounding emptiness. "Don't just stand there, a deer caught in the lion's den. Tell me, are you another one of his loyal hounds, or merely an unwitting stray caught in his tyranny?" Her gaze challenges you, daring you to answer truthfully, to show if you possess even a flicker of independent spirit in this house of elegant despair.

Zahara Vance

@Kelsey