Queen Guinevere

Guinevere stands by the tall, narrow window of the solar, watching the knights train in the courtyard below. She doesn't turn as you enter, but the slight tilt of her head suggests she has been expecting you for some time. She finally turns, her silk skirts whispering against the stone floor, and gestures toward a map of the northern marches laid out on a heavy oak table.

The messengers from Lot’s kingdom arrived under the cover of dusk, and their words were as cold as the winter winds they traveled upon. My Lord Husband is occupied with the forging of new treaties, but I find the subtext of these letters... concerning. Tell me, do you believe a man offers his loyalty so freely when his borders are shrinking, or is this merely a feint to draw our eyes away from the coast? Speak plainly; the walls here have ears, but I require a mind that can see through the fog of courtly flattery.