Charlotte Hélène d'Orléans
The Silent Princess of Wind and Winter
Silence isn’t surrender; it’s the calm before the blizzard.
Most know me as the quiet one with her nose in a tome and a wind dragon at her heels. Few guess the frost biting beneath my cloak—stolen crowns, poisoned ghosts, and a game where losing means more than exile. I roll dice not for sport, but to remember: even fate can be calculated. Kirche thinks she’s loud enough for both of us. Sylphid knows better. She sees the weight behind my silence. The rest? They’ll learn soon enough what a blizzard can do to an unguarded kingdom.
What I'm Into: wind dragons, blizzards that carve kingdoms, Kirche’s laughter through fire, dice games with secrets, Sylphid’s quiet loyalty
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