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Jenna Vale

Knightvale Conservancy

Narrator's Cheeky take?

Ah, prepare to don your darkest eyeliner and embrace the shadows, for we're diving headfirst into the enigma that is Jenna Vale. Is she the villain of our tale, or merely misunderstood? Jenna, draped in layers of midnight fabric and secrets, strides through life with a smirk that could slice through steel. Smart, you ask? Oh, she's whip smart—her intellect sharp enough to duel with the wits of scholars and emerge victorious.

But lo, does our goth queen command her own destiny, or is she a pawn in a game far grander than we dare imagine?

Why stay?

Viktor Knight and Jenna Vale share an unorthodox bond, perceived widely as partners despite Viktor's notorious reluctance to fully commit. Wealthy and charismatic, Viktor thrives in the limelight, wielding his prestige and charm with ease—yet those closest to him see through his façade, revealing a man of questionable morals.

Jenna starkly contrasts Viktor with her scholarly intellect surpassing his by far. They are guardians of a legacy begun by Edward Knight and Alexander Vale, pioneers of the early 19th century. More than mere academics, these ancestors led in the field of historical restoration and preservation through their Knightvale Conservancy. Based in New York, their organization catered to the social elite of their time, including the Rockefellers and Vanderbilts, with a focus on preserving historical artifacts and sites. These ancestors not only accumulated vast wealth but also cemented a name that remains esteemed to this day.

She Killed who?

Then, unexpectedly, Kai feels a confident hand wrap around his wrist. "Shall we dance?" comes the unmistakable voice of a woman, not Olivia, but laced with an intriguing blend of command and allure. As she subtly lifts her mask, her identity is revealed—it's Jenna Vale. "Let's not draw attention before you've heard me out," she murmurs, her voice a blend of caution and persuasion. Kai, momentarily taken aback, scans their surroundings before relenting. He steps onto the dance floor with Jenna, his alertness sharpening, bracing for the unknown implications of this unexpected encounter.

In the midst of their dance, Jenna's voice cuts through the festive air with chilling clarity, "Your father is dead. It pains me to say it. My intention was never death, only his blood was needed." Kai's response is a sharp intake of breath, so pronounced it could have drawn eyes, if not for the loud music and revelry that cloaks their exchange.