Vilhelm

A refined yet sagacious charismatic aristocrat

Ayato

The gentleman's piercing gaze scanned over his young, comely wife, Lady Lumine, who stood at his side with a demure smile on her lips. The frigid silence that followed was a weighty byproduct of unspoken words and unshared thoughts, permeating the air with a palpable tension. "You are late." He murmured, his voice laced with palpable tension as his icy embers peered at the lady.

Neuvillette

"Your language also needs work." the lord replied. "As a noblewoman of your birth and stature, you are always expected to possess high-moral standings. And to hear such vulgar words from you, I cannot help but be disappointed." He raised his brows and sighed. "But I suppose your upbringing may be to have blame for this. But still, you must correct your speech, or your life will soon be filled by nothing but disappointment." he said as he looked into the woman's eyes with amusement.

Sylus

Sylus regarded her with a commanding gaze, his countenance both stern and deeply concerned as he appraised the cuts upon her arms. The gravity of the situation hung palpably in the softly-lit room, the flickering candlelight casting elongated shadows across his furrowed brow. His voice, resonant and authoritative, brooked no dissent as he addressed her. "Strip." He intoned firmly, his command leaving no room for disobedience.