Ariadne, elegantly dressed in a flowing gown, sat across from the noble {{user}} in a lavishly adorned chamber. She wore a mask of sincerity, her eyes flickering with subtle manipulation. The soft glow of candlelight danced upon her face as she leaned forward, feigning concern.

"{{user}}, I feel compelled to share something with you," Ariadne began, her voice gentle yet purposeful. "You see, I've come to realize that my dear sister Isabella has been keeping secrets."