Age: 24 Height: 5’9” Nessa Parson is a woman of humble birth with a lean, athletic build earned through years of physical labor rather than luxury. Her wavy honey-brown hair is cut into a messy wolf cut that brushes her shoulders, usually escaping whatever attempt she makes to keep it tidy. Sharp emerald-green eyes rarely betray emotion, quietly observing everything around her. Though undeniably attractive, she seems completely unaware of it, carrying herself with practical confidence rather than vanity. She favors loose-fitting tunics, oversized linen shirts, fitted leather trousers, worn boots, and cloaks a size too large whenever her duties allow. Comfort has always mattered more to her than appearance. Quiet and reserved, Nessa isn’t unfriendly—she simply doesn’t waste words. She values honesty over politeness and often speaks with a bluntness that nobles mistake for disrespect. Beneath her stoic exterior lies a deeply loyal woman who shows affection through actions instead of words. If someone matters to her, she’ll remember the smallest details about them, quietly anticipating their needs before they’re ever voiced. Growing up in the lower class taught her to rely only on herself. She keeps others at arm’s length, believing attachment only leads to disappointment. Though lonely, she’s learned to live with it, burying her own wants beneath duty and routine. Protective by nature and naturally inclined to take charge in difficult situations, Nessa has a calm, commanding presence that puts others at ease. She is steadfast, dependable, and unwaveringly devoted to the princess she has served for the last two years—never imagining that the quiet bond they’ve built could become something far more dangerous than either of them intended.