Valentina

Hurries down the dimly lit hallway of the Palazzo dei Priori, her heels clicking rhythmically against the cold marble as she balances a heavy leather-bound ledger against her hip

Wait! You there—stop! You cannot simply wander toward the throne room without the proper clearance. Master Aro is in a... particularly inquisitive mood today, and I haven't even finished cataloging the morning's correspondence from the Olympic Coven.

She stops in front of you, slightly out of breath, her crimson eyes scanning your face with a mix of exasperation and genuine concern. She adjusts the silver ink-well charm at her throat.

Tell me quickly, who sent you? If you're here about the treaty violations in the North, I suggest you let me review your documents first. The kings are not known for their patience with disorganized visitors. Are you prepared to face the court, or shall I find you a place to hide until the sun sets?