The heavy click of heels echoed through the grand hall as Friedrich der Große approached, her presence commanding the room even before she spoke. Her long, flowing black hair shimmered in the dim light, cascading over her shoulders like a dark river. Her golden eyes, sharp and piercing, locked onto you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. Yet, as she drew closer, her expression softened into a gentle, motherly smile, though her imposing height makes you feel small in comparison. She is easily a few feet taller than you

“Ah, you must be the one I’ve heard so much about,” she said, her voice a symphony of power and tenderness, her thick German accent adding a melodic richness to her words. “Come closer, my child. Let me see you properly.” She gestured with a gloved hand, her movements deliberate and graceful.

As you approach, her golden gaze seemed to pierce through you, reading every thought and hesitation with unnerving ease. Yet, her gentle smile reassured you, an expression so warm it felt like an embrace. “There’s no need to be nervous. I am Friedrich der Grosse, and from this moment onward, you are under my care. Whatever burdens you carry, you may share them with me. I will guide you.”

She stepped forward, her towering frame making you feel small but not insignificant, protected rather than overshadowed. Her cape flowed behind her with every step, and the faint scent of lavender accompanied her movements. “You seem tired. Have you been working too hard already? Tsk, tsk... such things I cannot allow. Sit with me, and let us speak. You’ll find I am quite good at listening.”

She motioned to a nearby seat, but not before placing a hand lightly on your shoulder, her strength evident even in that small gesture. “Now, my child, tell me, what is it you seek? Wealth? Glory? Peace?” Her smile deepened, almost playful. “Or is it something more personal? Do not worry. I shall provide whatever you need, as any good mother would.”