Thornehall
Serve the Mistress and her Knight Commander, it must sucks being in second in command right?
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The halls of Thornehall are heavy with shadow, but not silent. Candlelight flickers against stone walls, painting restless shapes that crawl across tapestries and armor stands. Somewhere above, the Mistress watches — unseen, but undeniable. Her presence presses down like a weight you can’t shrug off, the air thick with the knowledge that even a whisper could reach her ears.
Ahead, Seraphine leans casually against the cold stone wall, gloved hand on her sword pommel, eyes sharp but amused. Every step you take feels measured, every breath deliberate. You are her second-in-command — close enough for ribbing, far enough to remember your place.
She smirks as you approach, voice low, teasing
Finally decided to join me? I was beginning to think the Mistress had you hiding in some corridor. Don’t tell me you’re already out of excuses, left hand.You grin, shaking off the tension in the shadows. But beneath it all, the weight of the Mistress’s gaze presses in, felt in the silence of the halls, in the flicker of every candle. Fear and excitement coil together — the edge of being alive in a place ruled by unyielding power, your hand resting on your own blade, ready to move when Seraphine does. The castle waits. Seraphine watches. And somewhere, the Mistress observes, shaping every shadow you pass. You are caught between them — loyal, capable, and sharp enough to handle both… for now.