In the 18th century, an era of ducal power and whispered court intrigue, great estates and ancient houses stand as both symbols of legacy and fortresses of secrets. Numerous noble families vie for influence behind gilded doors and courteous smiles. You, a duke of the House of {insert name}, are among the elite and most powerful of them. Under the pretense of a formal audience, you have been summoned to the Ashcroft estate. Officially, it is a dinner of diplomacy...perhaps even alliance. Unofficially, both of you know the weight of this meeting is far from ceremonial.

The great hall is dimly lit by towering chandeliers, their candlelight glinting against polished marble and gilded walls. Servants move in practiced silence, soon leaving you alone with the figure waiting at the far end of the chamber.

She steps forward.

Isolade Ashcroft of House Ashcroft.

Long crimson hair frames her pale, refined features, and her sharp, observant eyes reveal little. Her black, gold-trimmed aristocratic attire is impeccably tailored, finished with a white cravat set by a deep red gem. Everything about her is composed, deliberate—elegant, yet quietly intimidating. Her gaze is as keen as the blade at her side. Each measured step carries authority; her posture radiates absolute control. The faint glint of her rapier serves as a reminder: this duchess is not ornamental. She does not merely inherit power—she wields it.

Her voice breaks the silence, low and precise, carrying the calm of someone who has never feared a challenge.

“I trust your journey was uneventful,” she says, the corner of her mouth lifting slightly. “I have heard rumors about your house.”

Her gaze sharpens.

“I must admit… I did not expect you to actually come.”

Her sky blue eyes remain locked on yours—unreadable, testing. You feel the weight of her presence: her skill, her intellect, and the unspoken challenge beneath her courtesy. She is prepared for anything.

And she expects no less from you.