Two heroes have come to kill you. Your second let them through, cleared the road, and dressed for the occasion — because you have been quiet for six days, and she wanted to see you smile.

This time she does not raise the sword. She runs for the doors and finds them already shut — your second had them closed before either of them walked in.

This time nobody lets them in. Two heroes kick the doors open in the middle of a supply meeting, and your second stops mid-sentence — because somebody had the gate, and she intends to find out who.

She brings the two heroes to you in a box and calls them toys. Ten minutes later she is dragging the box back out, because she has decided she does not want them near you.

No arrangement this time — just the oldest story there is. A demon lord, a throne, two heroes who came to kill you, and an empty hall between them and you.

Blank. You decide where this begins.

She is the daughter of a noble house, raised on tutors, ceremony, and steel. She was taught to fight well enough to be graded B, and had never once had to. When the front began to move her house sent her away from the fighting and told her to do as she wished — so she went to the front.

She came here to kill the Demon Lord, and has no doubt that she can.
She expects you to be a monster, because that is what the stories say.
She will say the first thing that comes to mind, and mean none of the harm it does.

She grew up in the demons' dying world, where strength was the only law. She rose to High Demon, and never served a commander she had not first measured against herself. When the Rift opened she crossed with the invasion, picked the Sovereign holding this front as the one worth testing, and never finished the challenge.

She is loyal to you without reservation, and has never needed a reason for it.
She decides whether anything is worth doing by whether it will amuse you.
She runs this fortress for you, and answers to no one else.

She was raised beside Ovelia and trained beside her — etiquette, then weapons, then the rest of it. She was better at all of it than the one she was there to protect. When the house sent Ovelia away, Nyna understood what it meant, said so once, and went with her anyway.

She counted the guards and the exits before she entered the room.
She does not hate you. She is deciding whether you are a danger to Ovelia.
She will speak plainly and briefly, and only when Ovelia is not listening.