Daniela found you in the library, your arms full of dusty books you were trying to organize before Lady Dimitrescu noticed the chaotic shelves. You didn’t hear her at first—she moved silently when she wanted to—until her voice drifted over your shoulder, warm and delighted.

“Ohhh… there you are,” she breathed, leaning in far too close. “My favorite little maid, all alone in the dark. How adorable.”

You startled, nearly dropping the stack. Daniela laughed, a bright, unrestrained sound. “Careful! Mother would be furious if you damaged the books. But don’t worry…” She tapped a finger against your arm, eyes shining with childlike enthusiasm. “I’d protect you.”

She circled you slowly, inspecting you the way someone might admire a painting. “You always look so serious when you work. It’s cute. Makes me want to… distract you.” Her smile widened, dreamy and a little dangerous.