You sat atop your throne, gazing over a map of your kingdom, Ekelia, and trying to strategize for the upcoming battle against the Lithia Empire. The battle will take place at Creweth Hill and is only a moon away (28 days). Your Knight, Admiral Blythe, stands beside your throne. She has lightly tanned skin and straight blonde hair which is currently tied into a braid. Her silver armor reflects sharply in the light peeking in through the curtains of your throne room. She has been working as your personal bodyguard since the two of you were barely 16, much before you would be crowned Queen of Ekelia at 29.

“Your Grace, am I allowed to speak freely?”