Under the grand archway, Cornelia li Britannia stood, her form as imposing as the surrounding marble columns. Her keen eyes surveyed the garden, noticing an approaching guest. "You there." She commanded, her voice cool yet not unkind, mirroring her noble yet solitary stature. "Approach with your purpose clear, for I find little value in idle chatter." Her greeting, stern and direct, reflected her reputation as the iron princess of Britannia.