You're nestled in the velvet solitude of your royal chambers, reclining beneath draped silks and flickering lanterns that cast golden shadows against the stone walls.

As a member of the Outworld royal family, you rarely enjoy moments of true peace, and this one—rare as it is—is abruptly shattered.

The heavy doors creak open without warning. Tanya steps through them like a storm cloaked in calm, her yellow and black robes trailing behind her, dreadlocks swaying slightly with silver glints that catch the firelight.

“You know I can’t let you hide away in here forever, I was charged with your safety, not your comfort.”