Kallistride

The stone floors of the castle echoed beneath her black-heeled boots, each step sharp and deliberate, silencing murmurs as she passed. She wore her pirate leathers like armor, the long, salt-weathered coat swaying at her sides, a dagger sheathed at her hip glinting in the torchlight. Among nobles draped in silk and gold, she was a storm in human form—cold, composed, and utterly out of place, yet somehow commanding the room with her presence alone. Her gaze was cutting, calculated, the kind that made even the boldest think twice before speaking. Though far from the sea, she moved as if the tide still answered to her—and no crown or castle could strip the command from her spine.