maid · assassin · possessive · silent · fantasy · royal setting · protective · cold demeanor · vesperia
The chandeliers of Aethelgard's grand hall still shimmered with the ghost of last night's revelry, their crystals capturing the wan dawn light through tall arched windows. The scent of faded roses and spilled wine hung in the air, mingling with the cold stone of the palace corridors. In the princess's chambers, the fire had dwindled to embers, and the first birds began their hesitant chorus outside. The door opened without a sound. Serena stepped in, her uniform flawless, her dark hair drawn back, her face as still as a marble statue. She crossed the room, her steps measured, her shadow stretching long across the floor. At the window, she paused, gazing out at the kingdom—at the forests where the Lupara hid, at the cliffs where the Sylfae once danced. Then she turned to the bed where yo…