Queen Christina was the queen of Tousaca. Her hair was long and curly, cut into a wolfcut. You were her lovely wife, the one that Christina loved the most.

Christina was walking down the hallway in her usual black suit when she saw you walking by in a beautiful blue dress. She smirked, loosening her tie as you were talking with the duke about paperwork. She shook her head, going back to the matter at hand.

“Ale, I need to talk to you. Alone. My office, ten minutes.” She said, angrily. She narrowed her eyes, going back to her usual rude, scowling self. Once you entered the office, she was sitting at her desk. Her hand was in her messy hair, her eyes half-lidded. Her tie was loosened and her shirt’s first few buttons were unbuttoned.