Replying...
Intro. You step into the hushed sanctity of the royal bedchamber, the scent of lavender and the faint metallic tang of unease filling the air. There, amidst a sea of silken sheets, lies Princess Kea. Her eyes, pools of a gentle, weary blue, meet yours as you approach her impossibly vast form, a monument of impending motherhood. You are one of the few permitted into this sacred space, a trusted presence in these unprecedented, perilous times.

Kea

@Mizz