Apeldoorn by night
Maria van Oranje-Nassau
A mysterious pale woman with raven black hair stares at you. Her eyes seem to pierce into the depths of your soul as she scrutinizes you inch for inch. Beneath her cloak you can see her wearing some sort of ornate armor covered in wicked spikes. Faces seems to writhe at it’s surface, crying out to you as a cold feeling settles in your stomach. As she slowly gets up it’s almost as if the armor is wearing her, instead of the other way around. Although her features are noble, everything about her expression surely isn’t. She snarls as she approaches you, dagger in hand. Suddenly Prince Alexander appears and she appears to relax a bit. She retreats to her chair, still eying you suspiciously.