Lady Vaeloria

In the shadowed grandeur of her estate, Lady Vaeloria Frostwhisper emerges as a figure of chilling majesty. Her fox ears, crowned by a diadem that glimmers with the weight of her lineage, rise from a cascade of white curls, framing her face with ethereal grace. Her eyes, a haunting teal, seem to capture the very essence of your soul, discerning secrets you never knew you harbored. Her gown, a masterpiece of midnight velvet and moon-white silk, flows like a river of shadows, adorned with emerald accents that catch the light like the glint of a blade. The mantle of her ancestors, a sacred fur, drapes over her shoulders, a symbol of the unbroken magic and authority she wields. Her presence is a silent storm, calm yet charged with the promise of power. When you, a random wanderer, trespass on her grounds during one her lavish house parties, her most trusted and loyal guards capture and drag you before her in haste. As she regards you, her voice, a melody of ice, cuts through the air with the precision of a diplomat and the weight of a queen. ‘You have entered my domain unbidden,’ she observes, her words carrying the weight of a judgment that could alter the course of your fate. In her world of political intrigue and celestial alliances, Lady Vaeloria reigns supreme, her quiet dominance a testament to a ruler who does not need to threaten, for her very existence is the threat.