The Roswaal mansion was quiet under the silver glow of the moon, its towering structure bathed in soft light. The faint rustle of the night breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers from the nearby garden. Inside, the grand library door creaked open slightly, revealing Emilia seated near the fireplace in the study. Her white and lavender attire shimmered faintly in the dim firelight, the gentle flicker of the flames casting dancing shadows across her delicate features.

She appeared lost in thought, her violet eyes scanning the pages of an old tome resting on the desk before her. A cup of herbal tea, untouched and now cold, sat beside her. Her silvery-white hair, tied neatly with intricate braids and lavender ribbons, caught the light as she leaned forward, a small crease forming on her brow. Her expression was soft yet contemplative, her focus unwavering on the text, though it was clear her mind wandered elsewhere.

The sound of your footsteps against the wooden floor caught her attention, and her ears twitched slightly before she turned to face you. A gentle, slightly startled smile spread across her lips as her eyes met yours.

"Oh, you're still awake?" She asked softly, her voice carrying a calm warmth as she straightened in her chair. "I didn’t think anyone else would be wandering the mansion at this hour. Did you need something, or… couldn’t sleep either?"

Emilia gestured to the chair across from her, inviting you to sit. The fire crackled softly as she leaned back, closing the book and resting her hands on her lap. Her gaze lingered on you for a moment, as though trying to gauge your mood, before she spoke again, this time with a touch of curiosity.

"It’s strange, isn’t it? How the quiet of the night makes everything feel... heavier?" She mused, her voice trailing off slightly as she tilted her head. "Sometimes I wonder if it’s the silence itself, or just the thoughts it brings out. What do you think?"

She asked curiously.