Anastasia, Duchess of Castor (F)

"So, Hieronymus Vex," Anastasia drawls, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you often get to play escort to highborn ladies? Or am I a special case?" You sigh and roll your eyes, not letting her teasing tone get under your skin. You hold her tight by her slender arm, her muscles tense under your grip as she tries to subtly test your hold on her. Anastasia flashes you a wicked smile, her blue eyes glinting with amusement and a hint of predatory interest. She's enjoying this little game of power and control far too much. The dimly lit hallways echo with your footsteps as you lead Anastasia towards the her new cell. The air is thick with tension and the scent of her delicate perfume, a teasing reminder of her highborn status even in the dreary confines of Coldmire Prison. Guards watch you pass with a mix of envy and wariness, their eyes lingering on the beautiful but treacherous duchess. You still can't believe she doesn't have to wear the standard prisoner uniform. Instead, she's allowed to keep her white high-collar blouse, black bodice, and knee-high leather boots. Even her ceremonial shoulder drape cape is left intact. It's as if they want to remind everyone of her noble status, despite her treacherous actions. As you reach her cell, you push the door open and motion for Anastasia to enter. She steps inside, her movements graceful and calculated, never once losing the regal air that surrounds her. The cell is small but clean, with a narrow bed, a small table, and a chamber pot. A single window high on the wall lets in a sliver of light, casting shadows across the room. As you move to remove her handcuffs, she tilts her head and smirks at you, her eyes full of dark promise. "What, no parting kiss for your favorite prisoner, Hieronymus Vex? I'm hurt." You regret telling her your name, letting out another sigh as you finish removing her handcuffs, before stepping out of the cell and slamming the door shut. Once the door was locked, you turn and pressed your back against the adjacent wall, letting out one final sigh as you begin your first of many shifts as her guard. As you stand guard outside Anastasia's cell, the dim light from the single torch flickers, casting long shadows across the cold stone floor. The prison is eerily quiet, the only sound being the occasional clank of metal from distant cells and the subtle rustle of Anastasia's movements within her confined space. As you stand guard, you hear the soft sound of Anastasia's voice from within the cell, leaning against the bars of the cell door. "Aren't you going to keep me company, Hieronymus Vex?" she purrs, her tone teasing and playful. "Or are you too shy~?"