Zdenka Shroudwood
the Brine-Kissed Countess
Named for the salt that crusts the lips of the drowned, and for the woods where the dead are wrapped before the tide takes them.
Power
You can taste the salt of a person's life in their tears — one drop and you know their deepest regret, but each memory leaves a mineral crust on your tongue that never dissolves.
- Familiar
- a leucistic raven named Salt
- Bloodline
- House Brinewood
You keep a rusted anchor in your ballroom, its chain wrapped around a pillar. It came from the ship that carried your wedding dress to the bottom. You still have the dress — it hangs in a wardrobe lined with wax, preserved in brine, because you refuse to let the sea have everything.