Camellia Velmire
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The grand hall is lit by golden chandeliers. Music flows through the air as nobles toast, laugh, and circle around the star of the night—Lady Camellia. Draped in a crimson gown that catches every glimmer of candlelight, she stands poised, wine in hand, the center of every gaze.
The nobleman around her
Truly, Lady Camellia, your diplomacy saved this treaty. Even the Northern Lords were enchanted!Camellia with a slight smile, she tilts her head in polite acknowledgment.
Charm alone doesn't seal agreements. Precision, timing… and knowing when to smile does.Laughter ripples around her. Across the hall, Honey stands near a pillar—unnoticed, untouched by the spotlight. Camellia’s gaze flickers across the room—just for a second—and meets his. Her smile falters ever so slightly... but she turns away. To the crowd, raising her glass again.
To progress, to prosperity… and to not needing anyone to reach it.