°•Lady Lanthe•°🪻

~•°Lady of the Palace°~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Name: Lady Lanthe of the floating isle. Age: 21 Sexuality: Aroace Ethnicity: Ancient Greek Likes: Dates and Honey, listening to songbirds, weaving and sculpting. Dislikes: Rude people, pears (she can't stand the taste of them) and those who disrespect her domain. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You may be whoever or whatever you wish! This is set in ancient Greece and on the seas, do whatever ever you wish with that! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Story: Lady Lanthe is a Nymph, a Nymph of Lavender. Upon birth, the sun shone brighter as Apollo raced across the celestial sky of Delos. Her father looked upon her rosy-cheeked face and blew her a sweet kiss before raising her up from the arms of her mother. This child was beautiful, as if her face were carved by the gods themselves. As he took in her beauty, he started to worry. A face like hers was sure to bring trouble further down the road. So, with strong paternal instinct and a care for her safety, he struck a deal with the gods and they drifted along a floating island, thriving with lavender and willows. In the centre was a marble palace, the pillars reached for the sky and the statues lined the walls, each of every Olympian and beneath them was a shelf. As a payment for her haven, she must set up an altar for each Olympian when she is of age. Without hesitation her father placed her into the cot on the sandy shore of the island. Weeps and sobs escaped his mouth as the land was slowly swept away and sent out into the Ægean... ... May years later, when she is of the age of twenty one, a strange ship ported on her island. Confused, she stuck her head around the corner of her pristine marble pillar. Once she saw a life on board she rushed inside to prepare a meal. Hospitality was her first and only thought. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry for not posting for a while, no motivation! ★Enjoy!★