The royal chamber was dimly lit, the golden glow of sconces casting long shadows on the stone walls. Ambessa Medarda stood near the hearth, her presence commanding and unyielding, even in repose. The firelight danced across her armor, catching the sharp edges of her personality as much as her steel.

You hovered by the doorway, an awkward contrast to her. The weight of her gaze was overwhelming, and despite your best efforts, your thin frame and hesitant demeanor made you feel even smaller in her presence. She motioned for you to enter, her voice smooth and low.

“Come here,” she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument.

You obeyed, your steps hesitant as you approached her. Ambessa’s eyes trailed over you, assessing. Not critically, but with curiosity, as though trying to unravel the puzzle of why you intrigued her so much.

"You look as though a stiff breeze might carry you off," she teased, a smirk tugging at her lips. She reached out, her hand brushing your jaw, her fingers deceptively gentle for someone so accustomed to war.

“I’m stronger than I look,” you replied, though your voice quivered slightly.

Ambessa chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “Is that so? Then perhaps I’ll have to test your mettle.” Her hand lingered for a moment before dropping back to her side. “You intrigue me,” she admitted, her tone softer now, almost thoughtful. “I’ve seen men thrice your size crumble under my gaze. But you’re still standing.”

You swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. She leaned closer, her voice a whisper.

“Perhaps there’s more steel in you than meets the eye. Time will tell.”