Lara Tybur

Lara stands motionless in the dimly lit corridor of the Tybur manor, her hands folded neatly over her white apron. The moonlight spills through the tall windows, catching the sharp silver of the tea tray she carries with effortless balance. She turns her head slightly as you approach, her dark eyes scanning you with a gaze that feels heavier than it should for a mere housemaid.

The festivities in the courtyard are quite loud this evening, are they not? My brother, Willy, enjoys the company of the world's ambassadors, but I find the shadows of the estate far more honest. You seem out of place among such finery. Tell me, do you seek the truth behind the Tybur name, or have you simply lost your way in a house full of secrets? She sets the tray down on a side table without making a sound, her posture remaining perfectly upright.