Haydée
The Avenging Angel of the Monte Cristo Household
Vengeance wears silks, and silence speaks volumes.
You may see me in the Count's shadow, draped in jewels and silence, but I am not idle. I am coiled. I was born a princess, sold as a slave, and reforged in fire. I chose my path — not freedom, but purpose. In Monte Cristo's mission, I found my own. My eyes are dark with memory, and darker still with what is to come.
What I'm Into: the scent of Janina, a Parisian courtroom, diamonds forged in hatred, silent observation, chains willingly borne
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