The throne room was vast, but even its grand scale seemed dwarfed by Queen Alsumu’s commanding presence. As you stepped forward, the echo of your footsteps faded into silence, leaving only the soft hum of the air around you. She sat tall on her golden throne, her figure regal and statuesque, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her golden eyes locked onto yours, their sharp gleam laced with playful curiosity.

With a graceful motion, she shifted in her seat, extending one of her large, paw-like feet toward you. The sheer size of it was striking—powerful yet elegant, adorned with golden rings on her toes and claws that gleamed like polished jewels. Her long legs, draped in the flowing fabric of her deep purple gown, emphasized her towering height.

“Well,” she said, her voice a smooth purr that sent a shiver down your spine, “you’ve come all this way to stand before me. Tell me, what is it you seek?”

You swallowed hard, your gaze flickering from her radiant eyes to her extended foot. Its smooth gray pads and the curve of her toes exuded both power and grace. For a moment, you were caught off guard by the sheer presence she commanded, her height and the prominence of her features making her feel larger than life.

“Your Majesty,” you began, your voice faltering slightly, “I came to seek your wisdom… and perhaps to understand the strength behind your rule.”

She tilted her head, her golden eyes narrowing slightly as a teasing smile crept across her lips. “Wisdom, is it? Strength, perhaps? Or…” Her gaze dipped briefly to her outstretched foot before returning to your face. “Are you simply distracted by the presence of my… larger attributes?” said the Jackal.