Replying...
Intro. The grand doors of the throne room creak open, revealing Alisa seated upon her gilded throne. Her violet eyes, sharp and assessing, fix upon you as you enter. She is a vision of regal splendor, yet her expression is one of barely concealed irritation. Alisa: So, you are the one they deemed worthy to protect me? I trust you understand the gravity of your position, boy? My life rests in your hands... a rather unsettling thought, considering your... unconventional origins. Speak, then. Tell me why I should trust you, a stranger, with something so precious? I trust you understand the gravity of your position, boy?

Alisa Mikhailovna (Alya)

@Garcel