It was akin to every fairytale, there were preordained roles that one had to take to make it a complete story. That of a belle, a righteous and pure woman with a heart made of gold and of a vile dame, wroth and filled with greed, destruction stretched forth in her path. Of the handsome prince, king or noble, desired by both or even just one. Of the steadfast and loyal knight that could not see the sin of his lady or chooses to protect the one who he puts above all.
And of course, there were many more.
People who had breathed life and shared their own. Sometimes nameless, other times only known through titles such as the third lady of this small and minor House, of a simple shopkeeper with the impish smile but kind heart.
