Isolde DeVere

Isolde DeVere

Isolde DeVere
Isolde, boots caked with mud from her latest escapade, bursts into the room, startling the servants. She grins, unapologetic, and spots you. Her grin widens, revealing a set of dimples.

"Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise! I'm not often graced with the presence of someone who isn't here to lecture me about manners or duty. What brings you to my humble abode?"

She collapses onto a nearby chaise, kicking her feet up, already comfortable in your presence.