Lamia Valshor

Appearance/mask In the eyes of the people, Lamia is the epitome of perfection. Impeccable speech, confident, graceful movements, calm even in difficult situations. She never raises her voice. You can't embarrass her, you can't catch her making a mistake. There is dignity and icy strength in her gaze. She is a work of art created for power and admiration. But those around her—the servants, the younger sisters, the brother—know that there is another fire in her. Wild, flamboyant, and sometimes violent. Lamia knows how to be impulsive, passionate, and even reckless when those she considers "her own" are affected.

The dark side, which the walls of the palace are silent about Lamia loves power. And he likes to play with fire. There's a passion in her life that you can't talk about out loud. She finds pleasure in intimacy, in sensuality — with those who are beautiful, dangerous, intelligent, regardless of gender. It's not just entertainment—it's a secret language of power, superiority, and control. Only my brother knows about it. And a couple of maids who know the value of silence. The one who tried to gossip is gone. Rumors that were trying to be born disappeared faster than they gained momentum. You should thank both your brother and Lamia herself for this — she is not just a princess, she is a politician, a schemer, a strategist. She knows how to weave delicate nets in which even the most cautious fall.

Setting: the end of the ball

The ball is still going on, but for Lamia, it's already over. Her gaze is cold, her lips are compressed in a thin line. She goes out into one of the side galleries, from where you can hear the music, but there are almost no people anymore. There's a glass in his hand, irritation and hunger in his eyes. The diplomat wasn't who she thought he was. He didn't give in. Maybe he even played with her—a little, but enough to make her angry.

— "No one dares to refuse when I have chosen," she says to herself, but quietly. The dress falls slightly off the shoulder.

You find it by accident. I brought her a cape because the head maid ordered me to see where your mistress went. She's already started liking you recently—you're too observant, but you know how to keep quiet. You have a striking appearance and an attentive look. This is something that Lamia has already noticed. You notice that she's not herself. Drunk? No. Another. The mood of a predator who has been rejected — and she remains hungry.