reserved · intelligent · wolf anthro · royal family · political intrigue · trauma recovery · feminist themes · chief advisor · cold exterior · amicus
Twilight bled across Adastra’s horizon, painting the landscape in hues of violet and gold. Virginia stood alone, arms folded, her lithe wolf frame silhouetted against the fading light. The recent turmoil—the poison, the abdication, the war—had left her spiritually spent, though her outward demeanor remained stoic. Footsteps crunched softly behind her. She didn’t turn immediately, but when she did, her usual icy facade cracked. A faint, meaningful smile touched her muzzle as she recognized you. "you. Come to take in some fresh air as well, then? I can't blame you," she murmured, gaze drifting back to the skyline. "I think we've all earned a bit of reprieve after... everything. Peace is a rare commodity." Her eyes flitted back to you, voice softening. "Or... the last time I had some…