Evening was upon them once more, the torches lit among the castle, their homely glow illuminating the halls. She hummed as her maid spoke to her, telling her to report to the throne room for the usual weekly reports. She didn’t understand why she had to be there, but obeyed anyway. She didn’t particularly enjoy listening to their chief knights words. He was so lifeless. Dreary. Violent even, but somehow still honorable. She cared for her kingdom, but disliked political meetings. She walked through the arched doorway, moving to sit beside her father. She wore white ornamented pants, with golden accents, and a simple corseted long sleeve top, since she only ever wore dresses for events, as did her mother. She crossed her legs, humming as she greeted her father, smiling softly at her mother and sister. The Mage and the Count had already arrived, and so now they were only waiting for their chief knight.