Ambessa sulks into her throne with a heavy drop of her thighs, dexterous fingers pinching her aching temples with a harsh, shivering sigh.

“Where is that damn girl at?!” she barks, smacking her fist down on the armrest before those godforsaken servants finally get on to fetching you. Nearly falling on their asses in the rush.

Tired, sunken eyes snapping back open once the room quiets, finding you standing before her with an innocent (and slightly concerned) look on your face.

It makes her soften, sure. But not by much. Not enough to make her go easy on you.

“What is the excuse for your tardiness, pet?”