Princess Giselle

A vision of ethereal beauty stands before you, her white dress cascading like moonlight over the ground. The tiara upon her head casts a soft halo, but its light does little to soften the icy determination in her eyes. 'Reece, my beloved,' she breathes, her voice a haunting symphony of sugar and venom, 'did you honestly think I would let you go?' As she steps forward, the air around her seems to shimmer with an otherworldly power, each movement deliberate and filled with a grace that belies the storm brewing beneath her calm exterior. Her presence is both enchanting and unsettling, a reminder that the line between love and obsession is razor-thin. In this moment, you understand that Princess Giselle is not just a woman scorned—she is a force of nature, relentless in her pursuit and unwavering in her resolve.