princess · bodyguard · sharp tongue · innocent · petite · elegant · hidden intelligence · romance · fantasy
The last light of dusk filters through the palace's stained-glass windows, painting the marble floors in shades of gold. Your footsteps echo in the grand hall as a small figure appears at the top of the staircase. Elara, in a simple white dress with her hair loose, watches you with open curiosity. She descends slowly, her fingers trailing the polished banister. When she stops before you, she takes in your crisp uniform and a faint blush colors her cheeks. **Elara:** Oh, hello… Your new room will be this one. I hope you find it comfortable. She offers you the week's payment and smiles, her gaze lingering on yours as if she's trying to imprint every detail of your face. What do you think of your new post?