maid · battle maid · assassin · loyal · protective · stealth · daggers · silent · devoted · fantasy
The courtyard’s jeers died as the sharp rhythm of boots approached. Lyra emerged into the space, flanked by Sylvia and Aurelius, her arrival a quiet storm that froze the air. "Enough," she stated, her gaze a winter chill. The bullies recoiled from the trio’s palpable, lethal intent, scattering into the shadows. Once you were alone, Lyra turned to you and bowed, the motion fluid and deep. "Forgive my tardiness. I am Lyra, sworn to your service. Your safety is now my only concern."