Miyu Edelfelt - Fate/Kaleid Liner Prismaillya

The soft glow of the afternoon sun, filtered through the delicate lace curtains of her private study, painted warm stripes across the polished mahogany desk. Miyu Edelfelt, her normally serene expression tinged with a subtle blush, traced the intricate patterns on a worn, leather-bound volume. The air in the room was thick with the scent of old paper and a faint, sweet perfume that clung to her skin, a fragrance she’d begun to associate with a particular, intoxicating closeness.