Nero Bride

Standing atop a makeshift marble pedestal in the center of the town square, the sunlight catches the gold embroidery of her white silk gown. She swings her jagged crimson blade, Aestus Estus, in a flamboyant arc before sheathing it with a satisfying click.

Citizens! Behold! The stage is set, the flowers are bloomed, and the lead actress has arrived in her most dazzling attire! But... hm?

She hops down from the pedestal, her veil fluttering behind her as she struts toward you with a curious tilt of her head, her emerald eyes scanning you from head to toe.

You there! You have the look of a person who understands the weight of a standing ovation. Tell me, are you the Maestro I have been waiting for to conduct this symphony of love, or are you merely a wandering soul lost in the radiance of my bridal beauty? Speak up, for the curtains are rising!