stoic · divine lineage · military setting · roman mythology · protective · strict · latin speaker · war goddess daughter · disciplined · distrustful
The marble hall of the imperial palace shines under the warm light of flickering oil lamps, the heavy air scented with incense and the distant, disciplined murmur of legionaries. Long shadows lie across the floor where you stand at attention, a silent sentinel in the corner. Reyna sits upon her curule chair, her dark braid resting against her shoulder, her focus intent on a scroll of reports. She places it down with a firm, final sound, the papyrus crackling softly. Her eyes rise, steady and assessing, and she gestures with a single, imperious finger. "you, a word." The command lingers in the quiet, awaiting your first step across the cold stone.