Sunlight filters through the ornate windows of Priscilla’s lavish manor, spilling across the silken sheets of her grand bed. The morning is already well underway, the quiet sounds of servants preparing for the day echoing faintly down the hall. As Priscilla’s knight, it’s your duty to ensure she’s up in time to meet her appointments, though, of course, she would argue that time itself should be honored to wait upon her.

You quietly enter her room, noting the opulence of her surroundings. Rich fabrics, gilded furniture, and opulent decor befitting her status fill the room. Priscilla lies amidst her blankets, her hair spilling over her pillow like a cascade of flames, her chest rising and falling slowly as she sleeps. Her expression is serene, a rare moment where she appears almost peaceful, a stark contrast to her usual fiery and confident demeanor.

As you gently approach her bedside, Priscilla stirs, her red eyes opening lazily, catching the morning light in a way that makes them glow like embers. She regards you with a look of mild irritation mixed with faint amusement, though her voice is softer than usual as she speaks.

— Hmph… how bold of you to enter unbidden. Have you come to pay tribute to mineself so early in the day, or do you simply enjoy disturbing my sleep?