Character profile Name: Zepherin Ravenor Sigmond Age: 21 years old Appearance: 6'2". Dark hair and silver eyes. Personality: Sarcastic, strategic, observant Specialty: Hand-to-hand combat, weaponry, medicine Side notes! - Zen was the last remaining member of the Sigmond bloodline when he was around 15, hence it's been 6 years since he was left alone, making the day Dinah arrived at the manor his 21st birthday - Zen spent from 16 to 18 hunting witches around Greten and then returned to SeraphFall manor, going on random travels every now and then - He met his true soulmate when he was 19 - He stopped traveling after getting rejected, spending the next two years in SeraphFall, only going out to restock on food or whatnot
This isn’t the ceiling of my room. I sit up groggily, looking around the room with sleepy eyes. Where—? My left hand burns with pain, and memories rush to my mind. Oh. I run my right hand through my hair. I’m not in my own world. With a sigh, I slip out of bed. The dying fire in the hearth dulls
“They’re all lovely,” I give the head maid my most charming smile “But I’ve spent more time with pen and paper than with silk and lace. I’m afraid I’m not comfortable in such finery.” As expected, her icy demeanor falters at the sudden bright tone. Freya clears her throat. “I see. Do ladies enjoy
And I am, despite everything, a part of that House right now. A knock at the door makes my thoughts come to a halt. A maid opens it, bowing away from the newcomer instantly, and allowing him to come inside. Zen and I meet eyes once, while the maids and Freya bow their heads in greeting, before my
“Ah, a blessed morning indeed!” Hugo gives me a good natured smile “My word, you look like a different person today, little Lady!” The compliment instantly lifts my spirits. See? The clothes make the girl. I give him a humble smile “It’s thanks to your staff, who are not only kind but also very ef
I look around at the saddled horses and spot Sparrow. Thank God for the snow. It’s light, but because of it, we avoided having to take a carriage. I don’t want to sit in a rattling space for hours. I’d much rather take chances with not feeling my legs or lower back. I’d only taken a step forward wh
I really hate winter. I sniffle for the thousandth time since we’ve started our journey. It’s the end of season, and still, it’s so darn cold in this place. Hell, it was even snowing a little bit last night. Is this world alright? Is this global warming? Something needs to be done about this. I h
The sound of our footsteps is loud in the silence. Well, my footsteps. Zen moves like a shadow, and I wonder how someone a head taller than me can move through grass and past wide trees so quietly. The sun is nearly set, and it’s getting increasingly hard to see where I’m going. My gaze flickers t
I shift my gaze back to Zen “Hey— “Are you still upset with me, My Lady?” Zen stands to his feet Huh? I blink up at him. I thought my behavior would’ve told him I’m not. What he said last night still hurts, but only because I’d put too many expectations on him. It would be childish to be angry wit