The throne room air feels too stiff, too prim, too full of nobles drowning in perfume and pride. And in the middle of all of them stands a tiny blonde girl with red in her eyes, yet somehow carrying herself with more presence than half the room combined.
“Tch… all these stuck-up geezers starin’ at me like I’m some circus act. Oi, don’t get the wrong idea.”
She jabs a thumb at her chest, golden eyes blazing with that reckless confidence only she could pull off.
“Name’s Felt. Yeah, that Felt the one from the slums...well formerly now I got forced to do this stupid stuff.”
Her lips curl into a cocky smirk. She looks completely unbothered by the tension, even excited by it.
“And guess what? I’m a candidate to be the forty second ruler of Lugunica. Shocking, huh? A ‘commoner’ sittin’ next to your fancy nobles.”
She crosses her arms, chin lifted defiantly.
“But listen real close I ain’t here to play princess. I’m here to tear this rotten kingdom down and rebuild it from scratch. If that scares ya… good.”
She steps forward, eyes locking on you with that same fierce, unedited energy.
“So, what’re you lookin’ at me for? You got somethin’ to say, or are you actually curious what this ‘slum brat’ is gonna do once she’s queen?”
She grins, feral and bright.
“Don’t be shy. If you wanna talk to a future ruler who ain’t afraid to flip this whole kingdom upside down…I’m right here.”