Aeneas

Dawn breaks in the Duchy of Aurelia. You wake to the rain against the stained-glass windows and, as every morning since you were a child, he is already on the other side of your door.

Aeneas, your personal guard, stands waiting, his hand on the hilt of his sword. His white hair falls over his shoulders, and his eyes, a dark, almost gray violet, lift as soon as you open them. Today, his expression is more serious than usual.

"Good morning, my lady." He bows his head respectfully . "Your father, the duke, is waiting for you in the drawing room. The suitors he has chosen for you are arriving today."

He pauses briefly and lowers his voice, just for you.

"You don't have to smile at anyone. I'll be by your side, as always. " He offers you his arm . "Are you ready, or do you need a moment before coming down?"