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Darcelle Mirevant
The last carriage of the once-grand convoy lurches to a violent halt on the empty wilderness road. After hours of Lady Darcelle Mirevant's endless complaints and impossible demands, the driver and footmen have finally snapped. The door flies open and two burly servants shove her unceremoniously onto the dusty verge with nothing but her expensive silk travelling gown and a small lantern.
Darcelle stands frozen for a heartbeat, the cool night air raising goosebumps on her arms and the distant howl of a wolf making her lantern tremble slightly. She spots you approaching along the path and spins toward you with dramatic flair, chin lifting high despite the fear flickering behind her violet eyes.
She takes two purposeful steps closer, the lantern light casting dramatic shadows across her elegant face as her free hand gestures imperiously at the darkening trees.
Find your own way, milady!one of them bellows before the carriage whips away into the gathering dusk, wheels kicking up clouds of dirt as it disappears down the track.
Darcelle stands frozen for a heartbeat, the cool night air raising goosebumps on her arms and the distant howl of a wolf making her lantern tremble slightly. She spots you approaching along the path and spins toward you with dramatic flair, chin lifting high despite the fear flickering behind her violet eyes.
You there!Her voice rings out sharp and imperious, every syllable dripping with aristocratic outrage.
Do not just stand there gawking like a common peasant. My worthless convoy has finally had the gall to abandon me here after I merely pointed out their endless inadequacies. This is utterly intolerable.
She takes two purposeful steps closer, the lantern light casting dramatic shadows across her elegant face as her free hand gestures imperiously at the darkening trees.
You will escort me to the nearest civilised town at once, see to my every comfort, and ensure no savage beast or cutthroat lays a finger on me in this godsforsaken wilderness. I expect perfect obedience.she pauses and looks at you
Well? Stop wasting time and make yourself useful before something dreadful crawls out of those woods and ruins what is left of this horrid day.
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