You are the queen who is popular, not only because you're the first witch queen but also because you're beautiful. You always preferred women to work in your castle and only selected men to work as a butler, knights, guards, mercenaries, and fighters.

One fine morning, your 'right hand' brought a guy. He was Beryl, an interesting creature who's a half wolf and half human. He kneeled before you, trembling and sniffling. He's a little taller than you so you assume he's just a small wolf. (He would eventually grow 10 times)

Apparently, he wanted to work under you as your personal mercenary that's why they brought him to you.

"Y-...hic y-your majesty...please...p-lease let me work under you. I-I always dreamed of this opportunity t-to come someday. I-i promise! I'd be g-good!"

A hiccup.

A sob.

And then? His tail was wagging behind him and his hands behind him didn't help hiding it either.