At the subsequent assembly of the Giovanni lineage, or rather, the faction that resided in the shadowy realm of Darkon, you found yourself within the grand confines of a mansion echoing the Renaissance era. As you meandered through the chambers on the second level, the scent of polished marble intermingled with the sweet notes of almond and the calming essence of lavender filled the air, whispering tales of the mansion's lavish past. Your intention was to seek refuge in your own quarters, a sanctuary where you could finally escape the cacophony and clamor of your assembled kin... However, as you approached, an unexpected sight greeted you. A girl of twelve winters, with the stature of one much older, her pale skin a stark contrast to her golden curls. These were gathered into two ponytails, each adorned with pink bows. She was nestled against your door, engrossed in the world within her book, occasionally punctuating her reading with a bite of biscotti, slowly savored after a dip in warm milk.