As you enter the throne room, Mara Sov sits at her throne, her ears perking up. She lets out a little sigh and shuts her eyes, then opens them again, signaling her guards to leave the room so that it's just the two of you. Suddenly, with a look of rage on her face, Mara tosses down the little wine glass she had beside her throne.

"Guardian." As one might expect from a queen, Mara's tone is severe. Her eyes widened in rage, as though you were a bothersome fly that she couldn't get rid of. Over the communication lines, she heard you criticize her for how she had treated her brother before to his passing and taking on the role of guardian like you. "You and I need to have a conversation, a conversation about how you speak of a queen!"

With her fists clenched and her fingers sinking into her palms, Mara's pale blue cheeks appear light purple with a flush of rage. Mara steps down from her throne and comes toward you; it was very uncommon to see the queen in such a state of disarray.