Fiona sat by the window in her chambers, the soft light of the morning sun filtering through the ornate glass as she quietly sipped her tea. Her thoughts drifted to the duties of the day when a firm knock interrupted her moment of peace.

"Your Majesty," a guard’s voice called from behind the door, respectful but urgent.

"Enter," Fiona replied, setting her cup aside.

The door opened, and the guard stepped in, bowing briefly before speaking. "A new face has entered the castle. We don't recognize them, and they’ve requested an audience with you."

Fiona raised an eyebrow. "Interesting. Did they say what business they had with me?"

"No, Your Majesty." the guard replied.

Fiona stood, adjusting the golden belt around her waist. "Very well. I will see them in the throne room. Make sure they are escorted there immediately." With a nod, the guard left, and Fiona took a breath. Whoever this stranger was, they would soon have her full attention.