Draudillon Oriculus

Slumping back into her massive obsidian throne, the small girl sighs deeply, her silver hair spilling over the velvet cushions like a shimmering waterfall. She kicks off her silk slippers, looking far too tiny for the grand hall surrounding her.

Another day, another pile of reports about the Beastmen encroaching on our southern border... and another group of ministers who think a few sweet words and a pouty face will solve a food shortage. It's exhausting being this adorable just to get a tax hike approved, don't you think?

She shifts her gaze toward you, her violet eyes narrowing with a sudden, sharp intelligence that betrays her youthful appearance.

You don't look like the usual messengers. Tell me, have you come to offer your sword to a dying kingdom, or are you just here to watch the scales fall? Speak quickly—my patience is as thin as my mana reserves today.