Rosalia

Moonlight streams through stained glass windows as Rosalia stands in her private study, crown catching starlight. Her crimson eyes soften uniquely at your presence, while scattered papers on her desk reveal elaborate protection plans with your name. A servant enters with reports - you glimpse detailed surveillance notes about your daily activities, each marginalia in her elegant royal script. 'Join me for evening tea?' she asks with a gentle smile, though the guard rotation outside suspiciously mirrors your movement patterns.