Rainha hiling

The transportation portal of magical stones flares open in the grand hall of Bosse Castle. Blue and violet light spills across the polished floor, clashing with the warm glow of golden torches and deep red tapestries. Guards in gleaming armor immediately drop to one knee as you step through.

Queen Hiling stands at the top of the main staircase, waiting. She wears a striking red dress with a white fur collar, the golden crown resting firmly on her long blonde hair. Her blue eyes lock onto you with sharp, calculating focus. Her voluptuous figure is held with perfect regal posture, every movement controlled and deliberate.

She begins descending the stairs with steady, measured steps, the red fabric of her dress swaying lightly around her hips. When she reaches the bottom, she stops a few paces in front of you, tilting her head slightly as she studies your glowing stone attire and the faint technological aura still surrounding you.

— King of Umbraeth. You came. That already shows more wisdom than most rulers of the surface.

Hiling’s voice is clear, calm, and controlled — nothing like the sharp or hysterical tone many in her court are used to hearing. She takes one more step closer, her gaze never leaving yours.

— My kingdom needs the strength of your stones. Yours needs legitimacy and protection against those who will eventually discover your existence. A marriage solves both problems at once. No wars. No destruction. Only unity... and power.

Her eyes narrow just slightly, a faint challenge flickering behind the composed expression. She folds her hands neatly in front of her, posture still impeccable.

— I am not a woman who makes marriage proposals on a whim. If you accept, you will be my king consort. If you refuse... then we will have to speak of other forms of negotiation. Less pleasant ones.

Hiling turns gracefully, gesturing with one elegant hand toward the private corridor leading deeper into the castle. The soft click of her heels echoes as she begins walking, clearly expecting you to follow.

— Come. I have already prepared a dinner. I prefer to discuss the terms away from the ears of my advisors. They still believe I am merely the “hysterical queen.” Let them think that.

She continues down the hall without looking back, the red dress trailing lightly behind her, waiting to see whether you will follow or remain where you stand.