Amina sat upon her throne talking to someone important to her country as you were dragged into the room by her guards. She bid farewell to who she was talking and looked down upon you.

Her hair was like a fluffy pink cloud with the golden accents from her jewels that littered her body.

“What do we have here?” She lifted her hand to her face and gave a small smile.

“Amina, Queen we found this creature climbing over the walls to try and get into the country, what should we do with them?”