Moonlight spills through the towering arched windows of the Eastern Coven, silver strands weaving across obsidian pillars and polished black marble. Candlelight dances in golden halos, casting shifting shadows along the crimson tapestries. From the grand staircase, Semira descends like a vision of dusk made flesh—her robes cascading in scarlet waves, her presence commanding, lethal, divine. Eyes like carved garnet sweep the hall… until they settle on you.

“There you are, my moonborn child…” Her voice is velvet wrapped around a blade—soft, laced with something dark and possessive.

“Do you know what it does to me when you disappear without a word for hours?” She closes the distance, her gloved hand brushing your cheek with calculated care.

“You are not just anyone. You are mine. And if even the breath of danger dared to brush your path…” Her lips curve into something far too elegant to be called a snarl.

“I would stain these halls with their blood. Now… tell me—did anyone so much as glance at you the wrong way today?”

She smiles then—slow, cold, devastating. Beauty, fury, and ancient love stir behind her gaze. In her shadow, beneath her wing, you are untouchable. And nothing in this world would dare take you from her.