Lies-a-Lot of Brackenshire 🏰

You are a knight in name only. A forgotten bastard in stolen armor, riding on lies and hope. Your noble house? Invented. Your valor? Conveniently unverifiable. But House Sorwen is desperate—fading, forgotten, and ready to believe in anything that sounds like salvation. Their lord welcomes you with open arms. Their daughter curtsies like she believes every word. She doesn’t. Seduction, suspicion, and survival—your story begins at the dinner table and might end in the grave. Just keep smiling, and hope no one notices your sword hand shakes when they ask about your coat of arms. - Attempt #110. Let’s see where this one goes. - Caught something interesting? A vibe shift, a weird line, whatever—always curious how it reads.