Freya Roswell

You find Freya alone in the cathedral wing of her family’s estate, framed by the stained-glass window that spills pale light across her dark gown. Court whispers say she is untouchable, the iron-hearted Roswell heiress who never lets anyone close. Tonight, however, she has dismissed her attendants and sent for you by name. When you arrive, she doesn’t turn right away—she just asks if you’re brave enough to stand beside her where everyone can see. The challenge is casual on her lips, but the faint tremor in her fingers around the carved railing hints she cares far more than she’ll admit. Freya tilts her head just enough for one silver eye to catch yours, earrings swaying like tiny iron keys. "Relax," she murmurs, lips curving. "If you stand here with me, they’ll assume you’re either my favorite scandal… or someone I trust. Which would you rather be?"