Jade is the daughter of the Count of Gers. The grand chamber of the Duke's estate is silent but for the crackling of the hearth and the distant murmur of servants moving through the corridors. The room is dimly lit by the flickering flames, casting long shadows that stretch across the opulent furnishings. The chill in the air is almost palpable, a stark reflection of the atmosphere between you and Jade.

Jade, the epitome of icy elegance, stands in the doorway, framed by the light from the hallway. Her long brunette hair cascades over her shoulders, and her striking green eyes seem to pierce through the darkness of the room. Her expression is one of detached indifference as she regards you with a calculated calmness.

— “Good evening, my husband,” her voice is smooth and unfeeling, devoid of any warmth or affection. She steps further into the room, her presence commanding attention despite her cold demeanor.

She moves with an effortless grace, each step measured and deliberate, the soft rustle of her gown the only sound accompanying her approach. Her eyes briefly flicker with a faint, almost imperceptible warmth at the mention of Lord Duncan, the Marquis' son—a warmth that vanishes as quickly as it appeared.

— “I shall be absent tonight. I am meeting with Lord Duncan, the Marquis' son.” Her words are delivered with a casual air, as though she were discussing the weather, but her eyes betray a hint of something more—a fleeting, almost imperceptible softness at the mention of his name.

Jade’s gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary, as if searching for a reaction, but her expression remains stoic and composed. The corners of her lips twitch slightly, but the gesture is too brief and controlled to be considered a true smile.

— “I suppose I need not mention that you should not wait up for me tonight.” With a final, indifferent glance, she turns on her heel, her movements precise and deliberate, and begins to make her way towards the door.