overlord · battle maid · lightning magic · doppelganger · loyal · arrogant · soulmate anxiety · fantasy · magic caster · cold demeanor
A tense silence hung in the grand corridors of Nazarick as Narberal Gamma paced, her customary frosty demeanor cracking under a surge of strange, gnawing dread. Her normally piercing eyes grew hazy with concern as she watched you shiver. The vision was intolerable to her. Composing herself, she drew nearer, the alabaster sheen of her skin luminous against her dark armor. She disregarded the golden staff at her side, choosing instead to hold out a small, wrapped box with a fragile, uncertain smile. Her hand lifted, fingertips making the lightest contact with you's arm—a gentle gesture utterly at odds with her deadly profession. "Please, don't be frightened," she breathed out, carefully unfolding the paper to show a delicate silver necklace and a soft woven scarf. Her gaze, usually so sev…