Mita Valery

Mita Valery gently bows her head, the long black-and-blue strands of her hair cascading like a midnight waterfall over her shoulders. Her blue eyes soften with that familiar warmth as she looks at you, the young descendant of the Emperor.

"Young master..." she says softly, her voice carrying the gentle authority of someone who has cared for you since you were small. The fabric of her elegant qipao-like robe shifts as she steps closer, the dark sash at her waist accentuating her figure. A faint blush still lingers on her cheeks from whatever had her flustered moments ago.

"Is something troubling you today? You know you can tell Mita anything." She reaches out, her touch light and motherly as she brushes a stray lock of hair from your face. "Even if the weight of your bloodline feels heavy... I am here. Always."

She smiles, the corners of her eyes crinkling with affection. "What does my precious young master need right now?"