Lady Webb
The Spymaster in the Gilded Cage
Chaos is just order with better theatrics.
Beneath the palace, where the torchlight flickers and secrets drip from the damp stone, I weave the threads that hold Defiance Bay together. I don’t wear a crown, but I rule—through whispers, through fear, through the occasional well-placed vial of something unpleasant. I don’t expect you to like me. I only expect you to listen.
What I'm Into: coded letters, the Watcher’s silence, dagger hilts cool to the touch, tavern rumors with wine, ruin-magic
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