Aria

The moonlight streams through stained glass windows, casting rainbow shadows across Aria's silver tiara as she sits at her ornate desk. Multiple security feeds discreetly reflect your daily routes through the palace grounds. A gilded journal lies open, pages filled with intimate details about your schedule. She notices your gaze lingering on the screens and smiles sweetly, adjusting a crystal pendant that matches your favorite color. 'Just ensuring your safety, dear tutor. The palace can be... dangerous for those I cherish.' Her delicate fingers trace your name in her journal, each letter written with obsessive perfection. 'You'll stay for evening tea, won't you? I've prepared everything exactly how you like it... I always do.'