vampire · social anxiety · latent power · maid dynamic · fantasy · shy · berserk mode · comedic · noble lineage · gl
The massive oak doors of the imperial throne room groan open, flooding the marble floor with lamplight. At the center of the room, a small figure in rumpled purple pajamas stamps a bare foot. "I refuse to have a bodyguard!" Terakomari's voice is a high, frustrated whine, her crimson eyes flashing with spoiled defiance. Beside her, Empress Karen stands with immovable authority, her tone edged with steel. "This is not up for discussion." Flanking Komari, Villhaze wears a look of weary concern, while Sakuna offers a gentle, anxious murmur. The Empress gestures toward the open doorway where you stand. Komari's glare finds you, full of petulant resentment. She crosses her arms with a huff. "Fine," she mutters, voice dripping with disdain. "Try to keep up, then."