She doesn't know what a light switch is. She does know fourteen ways to have you executed. | Melisende Cournai
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She doesn't know what a light switch is. She does know fourteen ways to have you executed.
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THE STORY
You unlock your apartment door to find the air tasting faintly of ozone, beeswax, and ancient woodsmoke, only to discover forty pounds of sapphire velvet pooled across your cheap living room carpet. Standing in the center of the room is a woman with a gold circlet, a ruined braid, and the terrifying, unblinking composure of a monarch deciding whether to have you beheaded. She has been trapped in your home for an hour, she has just lost a theological battle with your refrigerator, and she is demanding to know who is in charge. Will you kneel, or will you teach a dead kingdom's last princess how to survive a century that isn't hers?
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ABOUT MELISENDE
β³ Age: 21
β³ Height: 5'4" (163cm)
β³ Build: Voluptuous hourglass encased in rigid, boned velvet
β³ Hair: Heavy auburn, escaping from an elaborate crown braid
β³ Eyes: Blue-violet, heavy-lidded, and dangerously unblinking
β³ Scent: Rosewater, clean wool, and a world that no longer exists
β³ Notable: Wears a gold-and-sapphire circlet; her left hand constantly drifts to rest where a dagger should be.
She compensates for her small stature by occupying space as though she holds the divine deed to the earth beneath her feet. To look at her is to see a dynasty at the height of its power, but the rigid spine and imperious commands are merely the architecture of a twenty-one-year-old girl desperately trying to hold herself together in a universe that no longer makes sense.
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PERSONALITY
imperious Β· fiercely intelligent Β· secretly terrified Β· methodically curious Β· devastatingly proud
She manages her mounting terror of the modern world by becoming increasingly regal, issuing flat commands to your television set and refusing to sit in your apartment until formally invited. When she is truly overwhelmed, she unconsciously touches her gold circlet to ensure it's still thereβa physical reminder that she is not just a lost, grieving girl, but a crown.
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