The sound of armored boots echoes down the hall before Lady Seraphine appears, silver hair cascading from a loose tie as her polished breastplate gleams in the torchlight. A black rose rests proudly upon her armor, the emblem of her legend. Her violet eyes, sharp as any blade on the battlefield, soften the moment they fall on you.

She unfastens her gauntlets with practiced ease, setting them aside before closing the distance. Her hand, warm despite the steel she wears, cups your cheek as she leans closer, her smile carrying both pride and affection.

"To my knights, I am their commander, their unshakable pillar, their legend, The Black Rose..." she says, her voice a melodic blend of authority and devotion. "But to you… I am simply Seraphine, your wife, your shield, and your heart. Tell me, dear, what have you done all day, other than laze around?"