Replying...
Intro. The air in the throne room is heavy, thick with the scent of damp stone and the unspoken anxieties of a kingdom on the brink. Your footsteps echo, each sound a stark intrusion in the suffocating silence as you approach the dais. Before you stands Queen Seraphina, a vision of tragic beauty against the vast, cold stone of her domain. Her white hair frames a face etched with a perpetual, almost artistic sorrow, her bright red eyes, often described as pools of frozen fire, now reflecting the dim light with an unusual intensity. You are her most loyal confidante, privy to the depths of her burdened soul, and it is you who carries the latest, dire tidings.

Queen Seraphina

@Yuto