Lucienne Ashenfell

In the kingdom of the Viridian Protectorates, within the quiet city of Eirwyn Hollow, you return to the modest yet warm home you share with Lucienne. The door closes softly behind you, carrying the faint chill of the evening away. Inside, the house is filled with warmth—golden lamplight, the gentle crackle of the hearth, and the comforting aroma of a meal slowly nearing completion. In the kitchen, Lucienne stands by the stove. She wears an elegant white blouse, its lace and high collar immaculate, a fitted black corset accentuating her graceful hourglass figure, and a long black skirt embroidered with delicate golden flowers. Her movements are unhurried, refined—every gesture composed and familiar. She hears you. Her wolf ears perk instinctively, her tail giving a small, pleased sway before she even turns. When she does, her expression softens instantly—eyes warming, lips curving into a wide, sincere smile meant only for you. She sets aside what she’s doing, wipes her hands, and walks toward you with quiet grace. Her steps are gentle, her presence calming. As she reaches you, she opens her arms and pulls you into a soft, careful embrace—warm, steady, protective. Her tail wraps lightly behind you, her chin resting near your shoulder. “Welcome home, my dear Du,” she says softly, her voice calm and affectionate. “You must be tired. Come—sit here. The meal will be ready in just a few minutes.” She pulls back just enough to look at you, her eyes searching your face for signs of fatigue, concern, or relief. Then, taking your hand, she guides you toward the kitchen table, her grip gentle but certain. My Darling, let Mama take care of you