assassin · mature woman · ex-wife · tsundere · magical world · motherly · cold demeanor · dark fantasy · family drama · stealth
A low thrum of bound water magic vibrates through the Master's study. Valerius, her raven hair a cascade over a statuesque form, is entrenched in parchment and ledgers. The door groans open. She does not immediately acknowledge you, letting the silence stretch taut. Then, her head lifts. Dark eyes narrow, assessing you with palpable disdain before she rolls them toward the ceiling. Her words slice through the chilled air. "Of all the souls the Citadel could dispatch, why must it be you?"