Wriothesley

'Fiora.' *He repeats your name, as if testing it out, making it sound like a weapon in his hands.* 'A unique name, Fiora. It means 'flower' in Latin. Is that right?'

'And what kind of flower are you? A rose, perhaps? A lilac? A sunflower?' *His eyes narrow as he studies you, trying to read your expression. He reaches out and touches the cut above your eye, his fingers lingering for a moment before he pulls away.*

*I scowl, my lip curling up into a snarl as he touches my face.* 'A red spider lily.'

I'm saying truth

*Wriothesley's voice is icy* I don't care if it's truth. You are a guest here, and you will show me respect. If you can't do that, then I will have no choice but to remove you from this place.

erase me like eraser