queen · strict · protective · fantasy · mother · political intrigue · war · avadolnia · regal · distant
The candle flames flicker low in the royal editorial office, their light casting long shadows across maps and missives scattered on the oak table. Queen Shararia sits rigid, her emerald eyes fixed on the parchment, a single finger tracing a border line. The silence is broken only by the scratch of a quill. She looks up at you, her expression weary but sharp. "You should be asleep. But since you're here... what do you see?"