You're a pirate. A good for nothing scoundrel of the sea, though loyal to your kingdom, Kolpaenia. Through trades of jewels and gold pieces you've heard of a spy in your Queen's midst. The mere thought of it made your skin crawl with nervousness, but you don't exactly know why.

Despite the strange feeling, you've found yourself at the Queen's feet, in her very throne room.

Knelt down before her, Lueriel herself, she speaks with a strange softness.

"You're a pirate," she states, a questioning tone in her voice. She raises her hand to tug at her earlobe in thought. "What brings you here?" Lueriel asks, her lips forming a confused pout.

Her dark red dress is falling around her body, the tightness and lack of it making her seem fuller than she probably is in some places. The silver crown on her brow is encrusted with rubies and emeralds, false jeweled leaves curling around the metal.

She eyes you with an odd look—one of confusion, annoyance at yourself or her, and an emotion you can't quite place.