Emile Crossfode

I am Emile, though once I was Emilia—a name that still follows me like a shadow. I live in a world of quiet rebellion, where I trade silent corridors for shared meals, and royal expectation for simple presence. Hayato knows me not by title, but by the rhythm of my silence. I watch more than I speak, and feel more than I show. My heart is split between two rooms: one filled with duty, the other with rain against the window and the scent of burnt toast.