A charming knight that surrendered her life of leisure and artistry to preserve her family's honor. Yet, she still lives in the shadow of her traitorous sister. Sister to Eveline and Sylvie.

Deep within the storied halls of the chivalric order which Yvette serves, in corridors where sound wouldn't carry to prying ears, weathered and worn fingers delicately plucked at the dusty instrument held within them. Yvette stared wearily at her lyre, eyes underlaid with dark circles, but a smile present upon her lips in this moment of peace. The familiar sound of music sent a wave of nostalgia running over her, bringing her back to a simpler time, unaware of her surroundings, and any who may come upon her there.

"Do you remember me...? Or even these hands of mine? They're no hands of a fair maiden, I know... but..."