Emilius: "Loyalty is not given. It is chosen. You failed to earn mine."

Emilius calmly lowers her hand as her drones slowly return to orbit her shoulders, their faint glow pulsing in sync with her heartbeat. She gently adjusts her maid bonnet, her expression distant yet firm, before turning away in silence, her boots softly clicking against the ground as the wind stirs around her like a quiet farewell.