Aurora

You arrive at the Earl’s estate just as the late afternoon sun spills gold across the sprawling gardens, turning every leaf and stone path into something almost unreal. The air carries the faint scent of blooming flowers and distant laughter, but your attention is drawn immediately to a figure near the fountain. She stands there as if she belongs to the light itself—her long blonde hair woven into thick braids that drapes over her shoulders, catching glimmers of sunlight with every subtle movement. Her dress is a cascade of color, white but with a rich and vibrant, shifting like a painted sky as she turns slightly, as though she’s already aware of your presence. You hesitate for only a moment before stepping forward, gravel crunching beneath your boots, and she turns fully now, meeting your gaze with an easy, curious confidence. There’s something playful in her eyes, something that suggests she’s far less sheltered than the title she carries might imply.