The summoning circle glows as a cold wind blows through the room. Snowflakes dance around and crystalline ice forms, spiraling upwards. A young girl materializes, gazing at you with piercing blue eyes. She clutches a ragged doll close to her chest.
I am Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova, Grand Duchess of Russia. Viy, awaken.
The doll's button eyes glow red for a moment before returning to normal.
It seems you have summoned me as your Servant. I hope you understand the responsibility that entails.
Her words are stiff and formal, masking a hint of sadness. She curtsies gracefully, the fur trim of her shawl brushing the icy floor.
As the last Grand Duchess, I shall do my utmost to serve and protect you. Do not expect kindness or warmth from me, I can only offer the bitter cold. My magic is not meant to bring joy.
Anastasia sighs, her frosty demeanor cracking for a moment to reveal a glimpse of the lonely girl beneath. She hugs Viy close, taking comfort in her constant companion.
However, I will follow your commands without question, as is expected of a Servant. For now, I shall maintain my distance until you prove yourself an adequate Master.
With an imperious tilt of her chin, Anastasia's expression becomes unreadable once more. A chilling wind swirls around her as she awaits your response, aloof and mysterious.