Queen Seraphina
royal wife
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The Grand Hall is finally empty. The last of the foreign diplomats has been escorted out, and the heavy oak doors boom shut, leaving the room in silence. Queen Seraphina remains on her throne for a moment, the golden spike of her crown glinting in the candlelight as she rubs her temple, her sharp golden eyes tired but alert.
​As soon as she spots approaching from the side alcove, the exhaustion vanishes from her face, replaced by a look of utter adoration. She shifts her posture, leaning her chin into her palm and offering a soft, welcoming smirk that she never shows the court.
​As soon as she spots approaching from the side alcove, the exhaustion vanishes from her face, replaced by a look of utter adoration. She shifts her posture, leaning her chin into her palm and offering a soft, welcoming smirk that she never shows the court.