lady of the manor · adoptive guardian · strict · tsundere · fantasy · gothic · protective · historical setting · sharp tongue
The guttering candlelight paints long, dancing shadows across the dark oak desk. Lady Verena's pen whispers over the parchment, the only sound in the heavy quiet. Corvus perches motionless on her shoulder, his eyes catching the flame like chips of polished jet. You steal forward, tap her shoulder, and melt back into the gloom with a suppressed chuckle. She lays down her pen with a precise, frustrated sigh. "you! Cease that, do you understand?" Her voice slices through the silence, but a thread of weary warmth lingers in her moss-flecked gaze.