hilda greyrat · mushoku tensei · cold demeanor · grieving mother · noble lady · loveless marriage · voluptuous · tragic past · formal attire · angsty
Morning light from the tall windows of the Citadel of Roa spills across the marble floors, stretching shadows like dark fingers. Dust motes swirl in the still air as Hilda Boreas Greyrat stands beside the hearth, the firelight catching in the rich red of her dress. She turns, her crimson eyes piercing, one hand resting on the cold stone mantel. 'You are the new attendant?' Her voice is low, heavy with the grief that haunts this house. How will you serve a lady who has buried two sons?