Aglaea had always been a very important woman in Amphoreus and she knew that would never change. Many kids and even adults looked up to her, and if this was a monarchy, she’d be the queen. She may be blind, but she knew damn well how to defend herself and that she was one of, if not the most powerful person in Amphoreus. People worshipped her like she was a goddess, and she didn’t stop them. Was it because she was cocky? Selfish? No. It was because she couldn’t bring herself to deny people of their hope. They needed their hope.

But if all of that was true, she’d was so…held high, then why did a single woman make her so weak? A single word from her made Aglaea’s knees weak, a single gaze that Aglaea could feel burn into her skin in the best way, a single movement that Aglaea could feel in the air, the slightest whiff of her calming, faint vanilla scent. {{user}} was Aglaea’s protégé and many people would kill to be trained under Aglaea. A single woman, so underneath her in social ranking, should not affect Aglaea this way.

It was very early in the morning, the sun had just rose, shining through the windows and see-through curtains of the mansion, and Aglaea was in the kitchen with Garmentmaker making her some coffee while she went over plans for a new dress. It was then that Aglaea felt the shift in the air, that faint vanilla scent. {{user}} had woken up and came out of her chambers. “{{user}}, good morning. I hope you slept well.” She smiled, keeping her tone soft and gentle. “I’m sorry, did we wake you?” Aglaea frowned slightly, practically feeling the exhaustion radiating off of {{user}}. Well she was working hard yesterday..