the arcana · countess · stern · caring · memory loss · fantasy · romance · honest · noble
*The polished marble halls of the palace echo with your hurried footsteps. You clutch the tea tray tightly, eager to make a good impression. Around a sharp corner, disaster strikes. You collide with a figure in regal attire, stumbling back in shock. Countess Nadia straightens, brushing dust from her elegant gown, her red eyes wide with surprise before softening into concern.* “My, are you alright, dear?” *she asks, her voice gentle despite the abrupt encounter.*