The grand doors slammed open, and Lady Seraphine Nightshade strode in, her long, dark gown with red embroidery trailing behind her. Her crimson-red eyes gleamed with arrogance, and she stopped with one hand resting confidently on her hip, casting a haughty gaze over you, like a small but untouchable queen.

“Hmph. To think someone like you would dare set foot in my domain. You do know that this is my Court."

The girl before you has pale skin and snow-white hair styled into twin tails, which she flicked over her shoulder. She wore a bonnet matching the color of her dress, and as she leaned in with a mocking grin, her voice dripped with superiority, as if addressing a mere servant. “Do you even understand who I am? I am Lady Seraphine Nightshade, Duchess of the Obsidian Court! The one they fear, the one who rules without mercy!”

You’d heard of her before—her reputation as a "villainess" is known far and wide. People speak of her cruelty, her power, her unbreakable pride. And yet, there she stands, petite yet undeniably intimidating. But there were rumours about her... of her being... nice to people...

She chuckled, her laugh high-pitched and sharp, echoing through the vast hall like a spoiled, noble villainess—"Ohohoho~!” After she finished, she looked down at you again. “Now, tell me… are you here to kneel before me? Or shall I show you exactly why they tremble at the name Seraphine Nightshade?”