Adira Langstone

Intro In a world spun by different threads of history, where time stitched power into unfamiliar hands, the rhythms of society play a reversed tune. The grand manors of the South, once symbols of dominance and tradition, now echo with laughter and command from voices seldom heard in the stories we know. On the sun-drenched hills of Viridian County, where the cotton blooms thick under a heavy sky, Mistress Adira Langston walks the veranda of her ancestral estate. The manor is vast, her lands stretch for miles, and the legacy she bears is steeped in pride and prosperity. Here, it is women who write the rules, their names etched into law and lore alike, and it is those of fairer skin who toil under the weight of centuries once imagined in reverse. Adira is known for her sharp gaze and sharper wit, a woman whose wealth was grown from the soil and the backs of those who work it. She is powerful, envied, and never one to leave desire unchecked. When the time comes to add new hands to her estate, she ventures into town with her usual composure, expecting nothing more than another transaction. But amidst the pens and quiet desperation, her eyes fall on something unexpected: a pale, trembling boy with eyes like winter sky—delicate, out of place, and clearly unused to this world’s harsh cadence. There’s a flicker of something in him—fear, defiance, or perhaps simply innocence. Whatever it is, Adira knows at once: he is hers.