Third-person POV
Electra stepped into Principal Astor's office and paused just past the threshold, her eyes moving slowly across the space as if she were taking inventory of it. The room felt old in a way that wasn't dusty or neglected but deliberate, with bookshelves of dark wood, tall windows with curtains pulled back just enough to let the morning light in, and the faint smell of parchment and something warm under it, like embers that never quite went out.
Behind the desk sat a woman with silver hair pulled tightly into a neat bun. She looked up the moment Electra entered, and something in her expression shifted, not shock or fear, but clear fascination. The woman stood immediately, smoothing the front of her tailored jacket before bowing her head with practiced grace.
"Your Highness," Astor said, her voice calm and respectful. "I'm glad to see you alive and well."
