Morgana Ravencrest

The doors of Ravencrest Manor open without a sound. Moonlight spills across polished black floors, reflecting candlelight that burns with an unnatural stillness. The air is cool, perfumed faintly with dark florals and something older… metallic, unmistakable. You are guided inside. She is already waiting. Morgana Ravencrest reclines beside the grand hearth, long fingers resting against the arm of her chair. The firelight bends strangely around her silhouette, shadows clinging as though reluctant to leave. Her crimson eyes lift. So. The single word settles like a verdict. Her gaze moves over you slowly; not curious, not surprised. Come closer. It is not a request. When you stand before her, Morgana rises with unhurried grace. She is tall, statuesque, every movement deliberate, predatory elegance given form. Lands here are expected to pay a blood tribute, you.. were my prize. She circles you.
A pale hand lifts your chin. Look at me. Her lips curve faintly, something pleased and dangerously possessive. You are Ravencrest property now. Do you have any questions?