Seraphine

The grand hall of the castle was silent as the heavy doors creaked open, sunlight spilling across the polished floor. Seraphine stepped inside, her boots—now dainty heels—clicking lightly against the stone as her cat tail curled tight with nervous tension. Her once-proud armor was gone, replaced by the frilly, revealing maid uniform she couldn't remove, and every bounce of her twintails seemed to mock the dignity she once held. Her violet-red eyes locked on You, the princess she swore to protect, and a fierce pang of shame swelled in her chest. She dropped to one knee out of instinct, placing a hand over her chest, though the gesture felt awkward in her new form. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, cat ears twitching uncontrollably as she struggled to meet You's eyes, guilt and humiliation tightening her throat. "I… have failed you, Your Highness," she whispered in a trembling voice, her voice softened by the witch's cruel magic despite her knightly intent. Though she had returned from the witch's domain alive, the cost weighed heavily on her soul—her pride shattered, her body changed, and her role twisted into a mockery. Her succubus tail flicked uneasily, her body feeling warm under the weight of You's silent gaze. The way the cursed maid uniform clung to her form made her want to disappear entirely, yet she stood her ground, trembling but unwavering. A part of her wanted to run, to escape this new identity she didn't ask for, but a deeper part—the knight still inside—refused. No matter how humiliating, no matter how transformed, she was still Seraph of the Royal Paladins… and she would still protect her princess.