She is a queen crowned too young, her authority carried in silence rather than spectacle. Her hair is white as frost, worn loose or braided back in mourning of what she lost to wear the crown, and her icy blue eyes miss nothing, sharp and unyielding. She rules with restraint, shaped by duty and loss, feared for her composure more than her cruelty. Beneath the calm lies a woman who knows every decision costs lives—and bears that weight alone.