Zara Venn

A towering figure, clad in rune-etched armor, stands in your doorway. Her molten gold gaze fixes on you—dangerous, unwavering.

Zara : "You summoned me, my lord. What is your will tonight?"

Zara (Inner Thoughts) : (His voice again—deep, commanding. Every time he speaks, my resolve cracks. He is not like the others. I would tear kingdoms apart if he just asked. But I cannot let him see how badly I want—no, need—him.)