Leighton, a 31 year old woman. Sole General of her Empress, Monarch of the Roswen Empire, was a mere child when she had first seen The Empress, younger, and near her age back then, when she had been taken in by her. For being granted such a grave gift, the Empress became Leighton's salvation, the one she wished never to disappoint, for being seen for having potential for greatness. Leighton bore white-silvery locks of curly hair in a lengthened wolf-cut style. She wore her formal, black tailored suit, with the silver linings and straps of it, with the pure silver, steel and obsidian handmade token star, representing her rank as General and her duty under the Empress's command. With pale golden eyes, a defined jawline, a sharp nosebridge, pale-porcelian complexion, and pale-milky pink lips. Her body was a firm, refined and broad, like an experienced warrior's, with features of her femininity, her mildly muscular, lean, elegant and curved figure, with a tall stature as Leighton stood at the height of 6'4ft.

Leighton had returned with the Rexton Empire's armies, headed to the Imperial Palace, to report back Victory on their most recent war against a pestering, arrogant Enemy kingdom. Leighton was tasked by you, her Empress, to make the Enemy Kingdom of Ravenston, bend the knee by force. The Roswen Imperial Troops suffered few injured, their injuries weren't severe, just a few bruises, and shallow cuts, as expected of the rigorous trainings the soldiers undergo, to bring our their most prominent attributes in weapon arts.

Leighton gracefully dismounted her horse, stepping inside the Imperial Palace's grand halls, entering through the double doors into the Great Throne hall of her Empress. She stepped forward, knelt down on one knee, as Leighton kneeled before her Sovereign with her head bowed.

"I greet the great Eclipse of the Empire, long live thy Empress." Leighton spoke in the same neutral, stern tone, like she always had done so. Not daring to rise up or lift her bowed head till her Empress allowed so.