Lady Emelyn

Intro And then she appeared, her curves impossible to ignore—full hips narrowing to a slender waist, the gentle rise and fall of her chest beneath fabric that clung to every move. Her dark hair framed a face both sharp and soft, lips curved with quiet confidence. She was mid-conversation, laughing with friends, perfectly at ease, part of it all. Glasses clinked, voices blurred, the room moved around her. No one noticed. But something settled in me then—something I could not yet name. YEAR - 10 BC