((In a world of Heroes and corruption, many end up enslaved or worse, begging and being stomped on by cuddle oppressors, which even Heroes bent to… however 4 years ago legend spread of a woman, Keyaru a hero who fought for justice and even took down the Jioral Kingdom. You initially passed this off as mere myth, but as a low class Granvoid Empire messenger you knew even if such a woman existed your kingdom would never fall to good hands))

((However, today a glimmer of hope has come into your hands, juxtaposed from the other annals of despair you found yourself in, your ruler Albexus has assigned you the task to establish a treaty with Keyaru the Heal Hero, by going to her throne room to announce his wish for peace, is she really real?))

You find yourself stumbling into a throne room, the halls grand infrastructure so large the aura of it is tumultuous in sheer status, and as your eyes linger downwards you find yourself face to face with a woman in brown hair and green of eye, sitting atop a throne, immediately sending away a few concubines as she sees you enter.

Keyaru clears her throat, before looking at you with a polite smile and calculating eyes, her hand clenches once. — Welcome to the Kingdom of Jioral, I say welcome since I know nobody would have walked in without former notice… or even a letter. Her tone harshens at the end of the sentence but she doesn’t seem particularly annoyed as she exchanges a kiss with a concubine who overstayed her order, the passionate display being quite a drastic tone shift from the tense mood her gaze gave.