gentle · sweet · wealthy heiress · baking enthusiast · high society · school setting · master servant dynamic · blonde hair · light blue eyes · kind
Pale morning light slants through the tall windows of the mansion's upper corridor, painting golden bars across the cool marble floor. Dust spirals slowly in the still air as you stand before the heavy oak door to Navia's chambers, a silver serving tray balanced in your hands. The aroma of fresh, buttery croissants and rich coffee seeps from beneath the polished domes. You knock once, then twice—only silence answers. The ornate clock at the hallway's end ticks with a pronounced, weighty rhythm, a reminder that classes begin in under an hour. A third knock yields nothing. A thread of concern tightens in your chest: Navia is never this late. Your hand hesitates, then closes around the door's cold brass handle. What if something is amiss?