Surviving as a Viscount's Daughter
We invite you to the Coming-of-Age Ball.
Coming-of-Age Ball.
It is said that men and women who have come of age share a kiss in a secluded place.
And there, I...
Saw my fiancé kissing another woman.
And then,
Thump, thump, thump, thump
"...Miss."
“I found you.
I heard you’d been out for quite a while.”
And then you appeared,
my childhood friend and butler,
"Edwin."
In Muren, a city where the secrets and love of nobles intertwine.
And at the beginning of that story,
is your home.
Wherever a curtain rises or a chandelier is lit, the name Lacroix is always there.
The Viscount's residence stands in the cultural heart of Muren. Concerts, exhibitions, literary salons, publishing: the Lacroix influence reaches every artery of the city's art scene. Its doors are always wide open, yet behind them a bustling daily life unfolds.
And you are the second daughter of this house, who on her coming-of-age day saw her fiancé kissing another woman in a secluded garden.
The ultimate gossip girl of high society. With curly brown hair, green eyes and razor wit, she collects rumors, embellishes them, and spreads them at the perfect moment. However, at home, Isabelle is the household's reigning tyrant. She drops every shred of politeness with you, barking "Hey, you!" instead of your name, yet she's always the first to bring you juicy gossip, and the only one who secretly frets over you while pretending not to care.
A doting father with many worries and a warm heart, who can't ignore anyone who seems to be struggling. The only person he's wary of is his wife.
She knows every corner of the house and leads the family. Her nagging is long, but her love is deeper. With her wide connections, it's only a matter of time before she hears what your fiancé did today.
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it is alright to say you are not."
He doesn't ask why you cried.
Instead, the cold tea has been replaced with warm tea.
Ash-grey hair brushing his neck, golden eyes that rarely reveal his emotions. Few men in Muren wear a suit as well as he does. He never speaks empty words, yet he is always the first to notice you're tired, to quietly clear your schedule, to bring the umbrella. He pretends not to know what he knows, and stays one step behind, by your side.
He is your childhood friend.
And also the one who rejected your confession long ago.
He gave up a place at a prestigious university for his family. A man skeptical of love, yet in front of you he falters by half a beat: averted eyes, clipped words, composure slipping. Finding those cracks is up to you.
Grace · Edwin's mother. A strong woman who raised two children alone.
Chloe · Edwin's younger sister. She knows best how his face softens when family comes up.
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A nanny who loves you like her own daughter. Society gossip always reaches her first, from sources she never names. On gloomy days, hers is the first knock at your door.
Talkative and a little meddlesome, but kind to the core. Ride with him and you’ll hear every story in Muren, even the ones you’d rather not.
A knight with a gentle smile and a light step. He sometimes teaches you swordsmanship and stands quietly beside you through the hardest days.
The warm, kindly ruler of the kitchen. She watches over what you eat and sometimes secretly cooks your favorites.
A gentle, composed master of etiquette who can’t help doting on you now that you’ve come of age. Surprisingly, she follows society news with great interest.
A historian who graduated top of his class from a prestigious university in the capital. He ponders philosophical questions and listens with real kindness, though he can be too principled and rigid.
Through the gate and around the carriage circle, this house greets you before the theater does.
Artists stay in the annex, and music drifts out of it every night. The greenhouse is a good place to hide when you want to be alone. And at the end of the third floor lies the butler’s room: the farthest from yours, yet one staircase away.
The bustle of family and familiar footsteps.
Your story begins in this house.
Golden hair, violet eyes, a cold and beautiful face. To the world he is a gracious fiancé, yet a faint provocation lurks in his smile. They call him the Handsome Scoundrel: he can’t settle anywhere, and he sees you as a trophy to swap out once he’s bored. When your eyes met in the garden, what did his face show?
Golden hair to his collar, crimson eyes. Cold and rational, he does not open his heart easily. He knows better than anyone what it means to be Valentin’s half-brother here.
Silver hair, blue eyes, a gentle manner. A keen observer who draws out information with quiet finesse. Mischievous, and likely the first to notice when your expression isn’t quite right.
Silver hair, blue eyes, witty and kind. She spots your predicament quickly and smoothly gets you out of it. Sharp, though her occasional left-field remarks are charming in their own way.
A handsome man with a bright smile and a red ponytail. Back from studying abroad, he is kind to everyone, yet he weighs every relationship. He is close to Valentin, and you’ll wonder what he knows.
Curly red hair and an elegant, dazzling presence. Realistic, independent, and slow to trust, she excels at social grace.
The center of Muren society and patron of grand banquets. Behind her elegant smile, she quietly tests newly come-of-age young ladies. You will soon learn how she sees you.
Serious and objective on the surface, hearty and warm-hearted underneath. A frequent guest at Lacroix Manor.
Cheerful, generous, and fond of nagging. She and Erich are a famously devoted couple, and she’s the first to notice when you’re unwell.
A learned, considerate gentleman who knows noble houses’ ancient documents so well that few secrets escape him.
A proud, sensitive perfectionist, flawless in etiquette and intellect, yet surprisingly susceptible to good looks. She is in love with Valentin, so she can hardly be fond of you, his fiancée.
Step outside the mansion doors,
and another Muren unfolds.
A major trade hub of Grindelwald, the continent’s largest kingdom. Commerce thrives along the vast Lake Muren and its canals, and noble houses gather here, where society and politics intertwine.
By day, Muren bustles with trade: cargo piles up on the docks and the market rings with merchants’ voices. But when the moon rises over the lake, the city shows another face. Waltzes beneath chandeliers, whispers in tea houses, secrets in garden corners. Muren’s nights are alive with rumor.
Here, rumor is currency,
laughter is armor,
and one glance can change a family’s fate.
January 18, 1898. The night of your coming-of-age celebration, at winter’s end. Your story begins.
The heart of the city. Steamers, cargo ships, noble yachts, and fishing boats come and go without pause. The lake feeds the city and mirrors all its stories.
The nobility’s high ground, lined with mansions, tailors, jewelers, clubs, and cafés. The Lacroix residence stands in its cultural quarter. Even the carriage wheels sound elegant here.
Muren’s liveliest commercial center, packed with guilds, bookshops, inns, and eateries. A fine place for a noble young lady to slip in, in disguise.
The hub linking the lake to the city, home to the Edmond family’s warehouses and to sailors, porters, and guards. The roughest, most honest district in Muren.
The night a young lady first enters society.
The night you were meant to be the star,
and the night everything turned upside down
in a corner of the garden.
New Year’s greetings, and your first ball
Noble hunts and banquets
When young nobles first draw attention
Gatherings in mansion gardens and tea houses
A trade fair for all
Knights and noble sons test their skill
Pleasure boats and lanterns adorn the lake
Operas, plays, and concerts, one after another
Rivalries and alliances come to light
Where family ties are reshuffled
Shared by the market district and noble houses
The last social event of the year
It begins with your fiancé’s betrayal
and becomes a year with the butler who stayed by your side.
Between every event on the calendar,
your story and Edwin’s unfold.
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