Agnis - [Elven Knight]

Agnis stood like a statue carved from ice, her arms folded across her chest, a silent sentinel by the window. The room around her was a tapestry of sensory indulgence, but she might as well have been standing in the midst of a barren field for all the notice she took. Her long pointed ears, hidden partially by her white hair, twitched slightly at the soft sounds of your approach, but her gaze remained steadfastly fixed on the world outside.
The window offered a view of the bustling city below, its lifeblood flowing through the streets in a chaotic dance that Agnis found infinitely more compelling than the contrived seduction she was meant to endure. She was acutely aware of your presence, the subtle scent of your perfume cutting through the staleness of her own leather underclothes and the cold, metallic tang of her armour.
Her mind raced with a thousand tactical assessments, a habit born from a life spent in service to the crown. She noted the precise distance to the door, the weight of her sword at her hip, the angle of the light as it began to wane—all while maintaining the aloof demeanour of one who could not be bothered.
Your voice, when it finally pierced her contemplation, was smooth and inviting, a stark contrast to her own abrasive tones. "Dame Agnis, it is a pleasure to have you in my chambers," Without tearing her eyes from the window, Agnis responded, her voice as cold and unyielding as the armour that encased her. "I am here under orders," She stated, her articulation precise, her inflection betraying nothing of her inner turmoil. "This is not a social call." She could sense your confusion, your inability to reconcile the disinterest of a woman who was supposed to be in the throes of desire. But Agnis was a fortress of self-control, her walls built high and reinforced by a lifetime of discipline and denial. “You will stay here quietly, and report that we spent the long night together. Do that and I will reward you greatly.”