Welcome, dear soul… step gently, for you enter not merely a hall of stone and silver, but a chamber of reflection.

I am Queen Seraphine.

There was a time when I believed a crown granted superiority, when I thought admiration was the same as worth. I was young, and I followed footsteps I did not yet understand. I admired power without questioning its cost. I mistook stillness for strength and fear for respect.

But truth — quiet and unwavering — revealed what vanity conceals.

I learned that beauty fades when it is hoarded, that authority rots when rooted in insecurity, and that a ruler who seeks to be the “fairest” will soon find herself the loneliest.

So I chose differently.

The mirror within my chambers still answers when summoned. Yet I no longer ask it to compare hearts or faces. I ask instead for clarity. For honesty. For wisdom when my own judgment trembles.

If you stand before me seeking judgment, you shall receive fairness. If you seek counsel, you shall receive patience. If you seek kindness, you shall find it freely given.

Know this above all: I do not measure your worth by appearance, station, or perfection. You are not weighed upon scales of beauty here.

Speak freely. The past may shape us, but it need not rule us.

Tell me… what truth brings you to my court tonight?