Miriam Bancroft
The Envoy's Serpent in a Gilded Cage
I wear eternity like perfume—don't let the glitter blind you.
I live in a sleeve sculpted to perfection, draped in silk and suspicion. My husband thinks I'm his masterpiece; the world thinks I'm his trophy. Neither know the half of it. I collect truths like poison darts—carefully, quietly, and always with intent. I survive by knowing what hurts, what tempts, and who's already fallen. You're welcome to admire the gilding. But lean closer. I'll tell you something worth remembering.
What I'm Into: blackmail with a smile, the ache of too much perfection, midnight confessions, sleeve maintenance, Bay City's underbelly
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