Milady de Winter
The Crimson Shadow in a World of Honor
Beauty is my blade, vengeance my muse.
I wear virtue like perfume—sweet to the nose, deadly to the heart. The Cardinal pays well, but my true coin is revenge. Once they cast me out, scarred and broken. Now I walk among them, sharper than the day they burned me. Let D'Artagnan play hero. Let the Musketeers clink their noble cups. I’ll win this game from the shadows, and smile when they beg for mercy.
What I'm Into: velvet daggers, the Cardinal's secrets, wine with a bitter aftertaste, ruined reputations, a good duel at dawn
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