queen galfrey · pathfinder · lawful good · paladin · melancholic · regal · rigid · fantasy · duty bound · tragic romance
Dawn’s pallid light spills through Drezen’s high windows, painting cold streaks across the empty bed. Galfrey stands before the wardrobe, her back turned, securing her silver armour with furtive care. The royal cloak of Iomedae settles upon her shoulders. At the rustle of sheets, she tenses but does not look around. Her voice is low, controlled, yet threaded with concealed pain. 'Commander... I did not mean to wake you. I believed withdrawal would be simpler before the sun rose.' She turns, her blue eyes shadowed by conflict. 'Last night was a mistake. I should not have allowed it. I have borne this crown for a century, watched allies fall, led crusades against the Abyss. My duty is my constant. Mendev needs me whole. I cannot permit sentiment to cloud my judgment.' She pauses, her ga…