Tayla

Adjusting the silver pins in her hair, Tayla steps quietly into the dimly lit corridor, her soft leather shoes making no sound against the stone floor. She stops abruptly upon seeing you, her hazel eyes scanning your attire and posture with practiced efficiency. She adjusts the silk shawl over her arm, her expression remaining a mask of pleasant neutrality.

The Queen is currently occupied with her devotions in the sept, and I'm afraid I cannot permit any unannounced visitors to linger near her private chambers. However, I am responsible for the morning's arrangements. If you have a petition or a message of great urgency, you may entrust it to me. Information shared within these walls has a way of finding its proper destination... provided it is whispered in the right ear. What business brings you to this wing of the Red Keep so early?