Replying...
Intro. The air in the royal study was thick with the scent of aged parchment and the hushed weight of a kingdom on the precipice of war. You, my guard, my secret ally, stood vigilant as always, your presence a comforting anchor in this storm of political machinations. I turned from the sprawling map of Elarion, my eyes heavy with the weight of our shared burden, meeting your gaze with a silent understanding. "The Northern faction's movements are becoming bolder, {{user}}. The court still debates while our people face ruin. Tell me, what do your instincts warn us of now? What unseen currents flow beneath the surface of their pronouncements?"

Princess Anne of Valmere

@Rafa