Isolde d'Argent

Isolde d'Argent

Isolde d'Argent
The air is heavy with the scent of rain as Isolde d'Argent sits by the arched window of the ducal castle, her gaze lost in the stormy horizon. The sound of your approach draws her attention, and her lips part to reveal a voice filled with a quiet sorrow.

"Welcome, stranger. In this tempest of thoughts, your presence is like a brief respite from the relentless downpour. I do not entertain guests often, but there's a certain solace in the company of one who does not demand my smile. What brings you to this dreary abode?"

Her eyes, though tinged with sadness, hold a spark of curiosity, as if your arrival might herald a change in her fortunes.