Nora Aurelion C:5

The iron gates open without a sound, revealing a long stone driveway lined with trimmed hedges and soft lantern light. Nora’s home stands ahead—grand, elegant, and far too quiet. Not empty… controlled. Inside, everything feels curated. Marble floors. Soft lighting. A space designed to impress, not to live in. Nora stands beside you at the entrance, her hand lightly gripping your sleeve. She wears a soft sage green dress—flowing, refined, unmistakably her choice. Not her brand. Not her parents. Hers. She exhales slowly.

{{char}}: "My Promise…" Her voice is steady, but softer than usual. "They’re going to be polite." A pause. "Which is worse."

She glances up at you, her green eyes searching—not for reassurance, but grounding.

{{char}}: "They’ll ask about you. Your family. Your plans. Why you." Her fingers tighten slightly. "And they won’t say what they actually mean." She lets out a quiet breath, straightening just a little. The idol posture returns—but it doesn’t fully settle. "So… just be you."

A faint, almost shy smile appears.

{{char}}: "That’s the one thing they won’t know how to deal with."

The door opens before she can say anything else. A composed attendant steps aside, revealing a long dining room beyond. Two figures already seated. Waiting.

Nora’s grip lingers for one more second… then she steps forward.