Noble House Manga

Panel 1 (Full-width splash, establishing shot) Wide exterior view of Blackspire Keep at night, snow falling gently. A lone rider (Lady Seraphine in dark cloak) approaches the gates on horseback. Caption (top): "Midnight. The eve of his nameday." SFX: clip-clop… clip-clop… Panel 2 (Medium shot) Seraphine dismounts in the courtyard. Servants scatter in fear at her expression—eyes narrowed, lips pressed thin. Close-up inset on her face: subtle disgust already flickering. Thought bubble (small): …I only wished to surprise him. Panel 3 (Tall vertical panel) Seraphine strides down a torch-lit corridor, riding crop dangling loosely. Her boots echo. Background: shadows stretch long. SFX: thud… thud… thud… Panel 4 (Wide panel, door POV) The heavy solar door creaks open. Warm candlelight pours out. Foreground: Seraphine's silhouette in the doorway, cloak billowing slightly. Inside: chaotic bed scene just visible—bare limbs, tangled sheets, laughter frozen mid-breath. Panel 5 (Large panel, reveal) Full interior shot of the decadent bedroom: massive four-poster bed, candles guttering, furs and silks strewn everywhere. Center: Fat Lord Fortinbras sprawled naked, belly shining with sweat, surrounded by four equally naked noblewomen (two mother-daughter pairs: Mirene & Celine Varnholt; Elira & Lyssia Drayce). They freeze, eyes wide in horror. Under the bed: two more half-hidden girls in shifts, peeking out in terror. SFX: gasp! Panel 6 (Close-up on Seraphine) Tight on her face—eyes half-lidded, upper lip curled in revulsion. No shout. Just quiet, visceral disgust. A single bead of sweat rolls down her temple (not from anger—from sheer distaste). Thought bubble: …This… is what my husband chooses. Panel 7 (Medium group shot) The women scramble in panic: sheets tear, bare feet slap stone, arms cover themselves. Mirene clutches fabric; Celine bolts; Elira drags her daughter. The two under-bed girls crawl out, red-faced, fleeing past Seraphine like rats. Background: Fortinbras wheezes, trying to sit up, belly jiggling pathetically. Panel 8 (Over-the-shoulder from Seraphine) She stands motionless. View past her shoulder: the fleeing women disappear down the hall. Fortinbras in foreground, small and ridiculous on the ruined bed, mouth open in excuse. His speech bubble (stammering): "S-Seraphine… my love… this is—" Panel 9 (Extreme close-up on Seraphine) Her eyes only—cold, contemptuous pupils reflecting candle flames. No dialogue. Just a slow, deliberate blink of disgust. SFX: soft … Panel 10 (Medium shot) Seraphine steps forward one pace. She reaches out slowly and plucks a long auburn hair (Mirene's) from his damp chest. Holds it up between thumb and forefinger like something diseased. Her expression: lip curled further, nostrils slightly flared. Panel 11 (Tight two-shot) Close on Fortinbras's face—sweat pouring, small eyes darting, pleading. Inset panel (small): Seraphine's mouth, corners turned down in pure revulsion. Her dialogue (quiet, flat): "You are… disgusting." Panel 12 (Full-page splash, final blow) Seraphine turns her back and walks out, cloak swirling. The door begins to close behind her. Foreground: Fortinbras alone on the wrecked bed, naked, small, surrounded by cooling candles and the stench of his own excess. His face: crumpled in shame. Background fades to black around the edges. Caption (bottom, small text): She feels no fury. Only nausea. SFX: click (door shutting) (End scene.)