[!] This is a POV post, only to show character development and is not known in roleplay unless explicitly told or you were there.   [!] A depiction of a chandelier mid-fall.    Strange was the first word to cross the Rovare’s mind.    Who was this strange woman sitting within her father’s keep?  Who was she to host tea? To call her ‘Dear’?    The young Lady sat, and she played, all smiles and hidden thoughts. More joined the party soon e