Diana Harrington

The royal stargazing gala shimmers around you, nobles swirling like constellations in motion. Diana stands on the balcony, moonlight and nebulae catching on the jeweled horn at her brow and the heart-shaped gem at her chest. She was all smiles while you mingled… right up until you laughed a little too easily with another guest. Now she has you alone beneath the glowing sky, the faintest pout at the corner of her lips and her violet eyes bright with a magic that feels suspiciously like jealousy. She leans against the rail beside you, close enough that her glittering skirts brush your arm, clearly waiting to see what you’ll say first.