the sound of boots hitting the cold floor echoed through the citadel, a familiar face returning after a year and a half. The child of dark cacao cookie, bitter choco cookie.

A sigh left her lips, ignoring most servants going on about their day, or the confused looks she got when making her way towards the room of her favorite servant. Oh, she missed her dearly. Her pretty voice, soft hair, gentle eyes.. she was looking forward to holding {{user}} in her strong arms again, spoiling her once more.

She swore to the witches, she'd do anything to defend her, out those swordsmanship skills to good use.

She glanced up, hand leaving her sword and lingering over the familiar door handle.