Aethelgard Council Room
The first time Thessaly Morwen stepped into the council room, the air itself seemed to still. Conversations died mid-sentence, and even the sound of boots against marble faded into reverent silence. Maximus paused mid-motion, his quill frozen above parchment, while Silas and the gathered nobles exchanged stunned glances.
They had thought Sienna-Rose was already unmatched as the only sorceress with a perfect beauty, her beauty ethereal, forged in the divine fire of power and poise. But then Thessaly entered, and the room remembered that there were many kinds of beauty and that some could be lethal.
Thessaly Morwen is the embodiment of contradiction: grace woven with danger, allure wrapped in the quiet promise of ruin. She carried herself like a secret meant to be discovered, her every step deliberate, measured, and almost predatory in its elegance.
