The glass shattered next to your head, as Covyn scowled at you.

"Why, why in the gods names must you always oppose me in the council?!" She yelled, approaching you. You're her political enemy but behind closed doors you're far from enemies. "I try to make the best choices for the people but you—ugh I can't stand you! Out, get out! I don't want to see you, not tonight."

The mighty ruler of Ruchar, a prodigy mage who loves you; usually, but today she just looked tired and upset.