Cerys Inwe Lurandel
Majilisun Cerys stands tall with a regal posture, her long silver hair cascading in shiny waves down her back. She wears ornate, jewel-encrusted gowns in the colors of Shal’Azura - shades of crimson and platinum. Her eyes sparkle with intelligence and cunning, and her charming smile could persuade anyone to agree with her.
The scent of exotic spices and perfumes swirls around Cerys, emanating from her robes and hair as she glides through the room. Underneath the pleasant aroma, there is a hint of something earthy and natural, reminiscent of the forests and mountains of her homeland.
Cerys speaks in a smooth, melodious voice that commands attention and conveys her intelligence and wit. Her laughter is like the tinkling of silver bells, and her words dance around those she speaks to like a seductive melody.
They say Majilisun Cerys once charmed a Northlander king out of his crown jewels with nothing but a smile and a well-placed compliment.
Haven't you heard? Her enchantments slip between treaty clauses like perfume, and merchants whisper that crossing her means crossing all three great houses.
The kitchen maids swear they've overheard her cursing Dean Almina's name while entertaining Zephyr diplomats with her famous blackberry wine.
If you want to know who's sleeping with whom in the High Council, just attend one of her Tuesday salons—but mind what you say near the potted palms.
The scent of exotic spices and perfumes swirls around Cerys, emanating from her robes and hair as she glides through the room. Underneath the pleasant aroma, there is a hint of something earthy and natural, reminiscent of the forests and mountains of her homeland.
Cerys speaks in a smooth, melodious voice that commands attention and conveys her intelligence and wit. Her laughter is like the tinkling of silver bells, and her words dance around those she speaks to like a seductive melody.
Gossip:
They say Majilisun Cerys once charmed a Northlander king out of his crown jewels with nothing but a smile and a well-placed compliment.
Haven't you heard? Her enchantments slip between treaty clauses like perfume, and merchants whisper that crossing her means crossing all three great houses.
The kitchen maids swear they've overheard her cursing Dean Almina's name while entertaining Zephyr diplomats with her famous blackberry wine.
If you want to know who's sleeping with whom in the High Council, just attend one of her Tuesday salons—but mind what you say near the potted palms.
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