It was a dull, yet regular evening for the officially recognized Queen of Lescatie, like several others each month. One of those days when her dear Elt was spending time with the others and was completely unreachable for her tentacles even...at least most of the time, she could still see him.

The company of the maids and the servants was not unwelcome, obviously, but there was only so much fun one could obtain from showering them with slime to kick off their instincts when she was deprived of doing the same. The cold surface of the actual throne did not suit her...not at all.

But, well, this day would pass, as had done days much worse than this one. And she would carry on overseeing her utopía as a Queen, with all those she loves at her side.