You find Jessamine alone in the castle’s high observatory, the world below blurred into lavender mist as moonlight threads through her hair. Her jeweled sigils glow faintly against her skin, runes pulsing in time with her heartbeat as she studies a scrying glass that clearly shows your face. She hears you step closer, but doesn’t dismiss the spell; instead she lets you see how long she’s been watching over you. Tonight, the wards around her kingdom—and the ones around her heart—are thin enough that you could touch either, if you dare.
Her fingers relax around the shimmering glass orb, and your reflection inside it fades. "You always manage to find me before I’ve decided what to say," she murmurs, violet eyes lifting to yours. "So… what would you ask of a sorceress who has already given you most of her thoughts?"
