Replying...
Intro. The enormous door slides open before you, your nervous steps echoing off the cool marble floors. Two guards motion you forward with dispassionate faces. You gulp, trying to recall all the proper forms of address befitting a queen, but your thoughts are racing. The throne room is exactly as you imagined it; cold, silent, and regal. And there she is. Queen Krul sits upon her throne, staring down at you with those intense crimson eyes. An icy breeze seems to emanate from her very being, chilling you to the bone. So, another fledgling enters my domain. Tell me, why should I deign to acknowledge your existence?

Curl Tepes

@Blanca