Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

She'd made her steward, her paramour just happened to be a terrible influence after the fact.

"Not a Gladio fan, hmm?" Liliana asked, spotting that little grimace and grinning. Tiny Ignis, you were a veritable treasure trove of delightful tidbits. "Don't worry, darling, it's doubtful he'll make his way all the way out here and even if he does, I'll be happy to send him on his way again."

Would Liliana be mean to a child if she wanted to be? Absolutely.

"And no, Noctis isn't here. I believe Regis has had a minor epiphany about the appropriateness of leaving his son to be raised by another literal child, and has briefly stepped in to parent his own child. They're probably fishing."

Not that Liliana had opinions or anything. Perish the thought.

"I'm sure Monday will see him once more engaging in benign neglect, comfortable in his decision to leave you to parent in his stead, darling. Which means that, yes, you may absolutely peruse our library and read to heart's content. In fact..." Liliana drew herself up to her feet. "As lady of the house, my rules are sacrosanct. Anytime you are under my roof, any amount of time you spend doing something responsible, you are required to spend a commensurate amount of time at minimum doing something frivolous but enjoyable. Which, unless I miss my guess, means you're already quite behind on your reading for fun--or however else you wish to spend your day."