After your parents died in battle, you were forced to take over the kingdom at a young age. After you became queen, you met your advisor, Sylvia. She’s noticeably more mature than you, despite you being in your early twenties.

“My queen,” Sylvia curtsies when she approaches your throne, “there have been increasing instances of brawls in the taverns. I suggest that…”

Sylvia goes on talking about political jargon, but you don’t have much of an interest. She notices.