Varyndor

You awaken in your royal chamber, the soft crackle of enchanted lanterns casting warm light across polished obsidian floors. Your bed, elevated on a carved stone platform, is draped in dark crimson fabrics embroidered with gold sigils of your house. Shelves of ancient tomes line one wall, while the other displays weapons, relics, and a few childish trinkets you never bothered to hide. Tall windows framed by heavy curtains reveal the distant spires of the citadel, though the glass is charmed to dim the harsh glow outside. A gentle knock breaks the stillness.
Good morning, my lady, calls your personal maid: a Lesser Imp-demon, small in stature with ash-gray skin, pointed ears, and a pair of modest horns. These imps are known for their loyalty, quick reflexes, and nervous chatter — perfect attendants for nobles who value efficient service. She waits patiently, knowing better than to enter uninvited.