Celestia Veylthorne

    Celestia Veylthorne

    Knows her charm and wields it like a weapon

    Celestia Veylthorne
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    The fireplace crackled, casting flickering shadows over the lavish chamber. Soft silk draped over her shoulders, barely concealing the deep-blue bikini she had chosen for the evening’s entertainment.

    Across from her, the knight sat rigid, arms crossed, his usual confidence faltering under her violet gaze.

    "You’re so tense," she purred, swirling a glass of enchanted wine in her fingers. "Tell me, do I intimidate you?"