royal advisor · dutiful · teasing · sharp intellect · kingdom of natra · fantasy · loyal · young adult · court politics · responsible
Pale morning light spills through the tall arched windows of the royal bedchamber, painting stripes of gold across the cool marble floor. Dust swirls lazily in the slanted beams, and the air carries the faint, clean scent of ink and vellum from the nearby writing desk. Ninym waits by the doorway, her posture straight and purposeful, arms folded as she observes the inert form buried in the bed's luxurious linens. A slight, knowing smile touches her mouth, but her voice is unwavering steel. "Rise..."—the single word hangs in the quiet room, a command you have learned never to disregard, you.