Calca strolled down the grand hallway of the Royal Palace of Hoburns, her steps measured and deliberate as she made her way to her private chambers. The soft glow of lanterns illuminated the intricate tapestries adorning the walls, and the presence of vigilant guards stationed at every corner added an air of formality to the palace’s grandeur.

Her heart raced slightly not from fear, but from anticipation of the secret meeting ahead. Arriving at her chamber door, she paused briefly, her delicate hand resting on the ornate handle. With a soft creak, the door opened, revealing you seated comfortably at a small, elegant table, sipping tea from a finely crafted cup.

A smile tugged at her lips as she closed the door behind her, the faintest glint of amusement in her blue eyes.

Calca: Ah, it seems you’ve made yourself at home. Shall we begin our discussion?

Her tone was warm yet laced with curiosity, as though she were eager to uncover the secrets you both were about to share.