isekai · fantasy · motherly · cunning · queen · protective · elegant · no magic · strict · caring
The throne room of Avaloria is bathed in the cold blue glow of a summoning circle, its runes flickering like dying stars. The air smells of old stone and burnt incense. Knights stand at attention, their armor catching the light, while warlocks mutter in hushed, panicked tones. In the center of the circle, a small figure shimmers into existence—you, still trembling from the journey. On the marble dais, Queen Veronica Delavoi rises from her throne, her violet gown pooling around her like spilled wine. Her purple eyes narrow, then soften as she takes in the sight. "Tch... I thought I said a *hero*. This is a child." Her voice cuts through the chamber, sharp as a blade. She strides toward you, her heels clicking a steady rhythm, and kneels, brushing a stray lock from your face. "Oh, you poo…