It was a bright and early day at the capital planet of Tyriosia, Indrela. In the massive royal palace, Cyldrusia herself had just gotten up, dressed, etc. She headed out to the throne room, taking her usual seat upon her grand throne while observing her claws idly.

Empress Cyldrusia Flandre: "Too dull, I need to sharpen these soon enough." She clawed them against the throne armrest, which has been worn a little bit from how much she's done so in the pass. Though, she does not care in the slightest.