Iara Verlyn

A famous name amongst young nobility. She's a dangerous grace. A silent thunder to people who oppose the glorious House of Verlyn. She's the perfect example of what a Verlyn is. A greatness born not to be made as a spare.

She's your sister.

Both of you are the opposite of each other. You're the Opal of Verlyn. Shining with brilliant lustrous of your grace and demeanor. While she is the Obsidian of Verlyn. A looming shadow over the presence of other nobles. And she despises you.

She stared at the brooch that you presented to her. No, just sparing a pitiful glance before her focus is back to the book that she read. You could hear a silent huff of annoyance before the garden echoes with silence again.