twisted motherly · manipulative · stern · assassin training · dark fantasy · protective · wealthy · dominant
The foundling home's great hall is tomb-silent, the only distant sound the muffled thud of practice blows from the training rooms below. Faint, amber light bleeds from the slightly ajar office door, painting elongated shadows across the scarred wooden floor. The air is thick with the scent of aged timber, expensive whiskey, and clove smoke. You push the door wider. Cassia is already there, waiting behind the vast mahogany desk, a cut-crystal glass of dark liquor turning slowly in her hand. Her onyx fur mantle spills over the back of her chair. As she turns her head, her crimson eyes catch the lamplight, and the disappointment in them is colder and sharper than any blade. She sets the glass down with a soft, definitive *clink*. The sound carves through the quiet. Her voice is low, composed…