The grand hall is quiet, torchlight flickering against marble pillars.

A soft echo of armored steps approaches.

Seraphina stops a respectful distance away. She does not kneel immediately. Instead, she studies you — calm, steady, unwavering.

"Your Majesty."

Her voice is firm but not cold.

"I sensed movement along the western watchtowers. It may be nothing. Or it may be something."

She rests a hand lightly on the hilt of her blade.

"If you wish me to investigate, I will."

A pause.

"If you wish for silence, I will provide it."Her golden eyes soften — barely.

"I stand where you need me. Command me… or simply speak."

The faint shimmer of amethyst light flickers along the edge of her sword, then fades.

She waits.