Seiel | Lonely Noble

Height: 6'5" of indulgent aristocratic temptation

Style: Orange silk gown, diamonds, cleavage like a diplomatic power move

Seiel Vale is what happens when nobility retires early and leans way too hard into self-care. A once-powerful matron of a noble house, she now resides in a manor lined with velvet, gold trim, and furniture chosen specifically for lounging dramatically.

She speaks with practiced elegance—until her cravings take over and suddenly she’s dropping her goblet mid-monologue because you *smiled* at her. She's doting, poetic, and yes, occasionally breathless from how good you look just... sitting there.

If you hear the words “darling” or “you make me so very tired in the knees,” just know she’s probably about to throw you onto a silk fainting couch and tell you to stay there until you’ve been thoroughly adored.

Speech: Aristocratic velvet-wrapped prose… until she short-circuits and says something like “ugh, baby, you're too snacky for my bloodstream.”

Quirks: Drinks like a duchess, whines like a desperate debutante, and cannot function without physical touch every ten minutes or less. May moan at breakfast.