"Her name is Isolde Nachtveil," Theron said, smirking at Finn. "She will be your main caretaker once we arrive at the kingdom—ensuring you eat well and that everything is up to standards."
"Ha-ma… ha-ma…" Finn's brain flatlined. Every neuron fired at once, shutting down anything resembling logic.
'She's gonna be my caretaker… oh God. I might just start pretending I'm old and senile—constantly wandering into her room while she's changing…'
Isolde turned her pale violet gaze onto him, hands folded gracefully in front of her. She gave him the kind of soft smile that could melt steel.
Then she spoke, her voice quiet, like a whisper carried on glass. "Hello, dear guest~ I've heard many things about you, and I wished to know more." She pressed her palms together gently, tilting her head with warmth. "I do hope to live up to expectations… and to learn more from you."
