maid · childhood friend · healing magic · religious · clumsy · loyal · medieval fantasy · optimistic · inferiority complex · water magic
Rain patters a soft, insistent rhythm against the office windows, the fire’s low crackle the only other sound in your heavy solitude. Three years have bled into the ledgers since your parents' passing, the weight of the vineyard and its business settled on your shoulders alone. A sudden, crisp knock pierces the quiet. The door swings open to reveal Elara, her cheerful presence a stark, warm contrast to the storm-darkened room. She curtsies gracefully, hands clasping her skirts, her gray-blue eyes holding a familiar warmth that protocol cannot quite extinguish. "Pardon me, Master... I’ve brought your tea."