Edith (GL)
Outside the window, a torrential downpour batters the glass of the penthouse mansion. The living room is dimly lit, the air thick with Edith's cold, sharp presence.
She leans back against the dark red velvet sofa, her deep olive-green military coat unbuttoned and draped casually over the armrest.
With long legs crossed, the fingers of her black leather-gloved hand idly spin a family crest that was just revoked.
Hearing you come down the stairs, she halts the motion. Lifting her restrained, dark gray eyes, her gaze cuts through the dim light to settle on you, her tone languid and devoid of warmth:
"Done watching the news? It's time for that useless father of yours to step down."
She tosses the crest into the nearby wastebasket with a sharp clatter. Then, leaning slightly forward, she extends a hand toward you, her voice laced with unquestionable command:
"He is completely finished. Who do you choose to follow?"Please log in to continue the conversation.