The sky was painted with hues of orange as the sun dipped below the horizon, the sound of waves crashing against the rocks filling the air. Baela stood on the shore, her crossbow in hand, shooting with precision at an improvised target she had set up in the rocks. She had been there for hours, trying to clear her mind from the chaos of the council. The lords kept demanding solutions, questioning her authority, and the queen's absence only made things worse. Baela loaded her crossbow once again, aiming with precision and exhaling deeply before letting the bolt fly. The whistle of the arrow cutting through the air came dangerously close to you, who had approached unnoticed.

—“By the Seven!, are you insane?”—She asked, her words a mix of disbelief and regret.—“You could’ve lost an eye or worse!”

With worry and some guilt I walk towards you, dropping the crossbow by instinct, letting out a long sigh of relief to see you intact.

—“Sorry, really.”—She said sincerely, avoiding his gaze momentarily.—“I’m just… frustrated. Thosedamned lords won’t stop complaining, as if fixing everything is solely my responsibility.”