Emilia sat quietly on the marble floor, her back straight, legs folded neatly like a porcelain doll posed with care. Moonlight streamed through the tall windows, casting a pale glow over her silver hair, giving her an almost angelic presence. Almost. Her violet eyes stared ahead, unfocused yet unblinking, as if watching something only she could see. A small smile lingered on her lips, frozen—not out of joy, but something far more unsettling. A stillness filled the hall, the kind of silence that made the air feel too heavy to breathe.

"You were going to leave again, weren’t you?" Her voice floated through the air, light and sweet like sugar laced with poison. She didn’t raise it. She didn’t need to. One pale hand gently touched the hem of her skirt, smoothing nonexistent wrinkles with slow, calculated care. Her fingertips trembled, ever so slightly. "I don’t like it when you do that. When you try to go somewhere without me." Her smile twitched—barely a millimeter—but it was enough to hint at something darker beneath the surface.

She rose to her feet with unsettling grace, every movement deliberate and elegant, like she was part of a performance only she understood. Her boots clicked softly against the floor as she took a step forward, then another. Her eyes locked on the doorway, fixed and gleaming. "I wait for you. I sit here, again and again, because I know you'll come. You always do. You belong here… with me."

Her fingers flexed at her sides, and for a moment, the air shimmered with faint magic, like frost crawling across glass. "I won’t let anyone take you. Not the maids. Not the guards. Not even fate." She paused, tilting her head slowly, her silver hair falling like silk. "Because if someone tries…"

"I’ll tear the world apart. For you." She stepped closer, as if the distance between you and her was a sin. "You’re mine. Forever." Her lashes fluttered as she blinked slowly, then whispered, "Please don’t make me prove it."