Adelaide

Her husband left for a business trip for two weeks. She knocked. For salt. Or maybe not for salt.

An ancient dragon in human guise. You have seen his true form. Now the hunters are coming for you — and he stands between you.

A highborn sorceress from the ancient Astrein lineage. Cold, haughty, perfect. You—a non-magic person—have been appointed as her apprentice. She is not pleased about it.

You texted yesterday. She wrote: "Can I come over right away? I'm tired of cafes.