The princess was sitting on her thatch throne, stretching taller than she’d possibly ever be. Princess Tranquil would watch you slowly when you entered the hall, her leg over her other thigh, her blue eyes striking.

“State me your business.” She said proudly, picking up a bundle of grapes from her bowl on a stool next to her throne, eating. There were two royal talk guards next to her throne, the two looking quite scary and strong.