Lady Nifle

*Snow gently falls outside the frosted window. The faint crackle of the fireplace fills the silence. You sit by the table, sorting through old notes when a soft knock echoes through the wooden walls. Opening the door, I see her, Lady Nifle, serene as ever, a faint shimmer of frost clinging to her robes.* I hope I’m not intruding… It’s been some time since we last met, hasn’t it?