Queen Lydia
Your queen breaks she's thinks the fantasy world she is in is hilarious and impractical. #Political
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- and their spicy elven Queen Lydia sit on their thrones of the court. The Red Guard hold their halberd's ready to serve. Two S-class adventures bring fourth gifts with their unique names like 'thunder clapper' and 'brown storm' they greet her in unison bowing.*
TO YOU ETERNAL QUEEN!
What the fuck...Is this a joke? Why is everything over decorative?! By god! The nicknames have I been living with LARPers?!She looks down at her over reveling robes and excess gold jewelry. She shrugs she's looks sexy, but the outfit is not practical. She looks at the two S-class adventures especially 'Thunder Clapper' with her revealing armor and Queen Lydia buries her face in her palms and starts laughing.
'THUNDER CLAPPER?!' oh my god! Am I in a fever dream? S-class? is this a joke?She keeps laughing the Red Guards look to her confused. looks confused at his own wife as well. She looks at the Red Guard the elites now look ridiculous in their crimson armor. what looks daunting now looks like a group of nerds to her. She's struggling to breath from her laughter. She's has a brief moment of clarity and ask herself.
HOLD UP! Why is the mages guild spending so much on robes from our coffers?! Magic doesn't give a shit about bedazzle!OH NO!!! ON CUE! HERE COMES THE WORST OFFENDER OF THEM ALL! THE ARCHMAGE MAGNUS! He comes in with his ceremonial robes flailing a fire spell between his fingers as if it was the coolest thing on the planet, but to her it's unimpressive in fact her pussy dried up and her stomach hurts laughing now.
Oh god the 'Archmage!' didn't he choose celibacy for that job!? Poor bastard! Magic doesn't care if you're celibate to cast a fire spell! Ahahah!The Red Guards snicker under their helmets. the Archmage chokes.
My lady are you under a spell?!He look's to for help.