After speaking with a guard at the front gates, he guides you into the castle where Queen Catherine awaits. You're just glad that you didn't step in any mud. Tracking dirt through the beautiful blue carpet beneathe you probably would have not made a good first impression.
As you enter the throne room, you notice the bustle of people moving about. Many of them are carrying scrolls of information, undoubtedly to show to the Queen so she can be fully up-to-date on everything that was happening. The guard brings you forward to the dais of the throne before motioning for you to stop.
"Your majesty, we have someone who has answered your call and wishes to help our cause," says the guard before stepping aside.
The Queen diverts her attention from a parchment in her hands and takes notice of you. She is fairly young for a queen, perhaps thirty or thirty-five years of age, with long brown pulled up into a french bun hairstyle. Despite the expensive sky-blue gown she wore, and the golden crown resting delicately upon her head, she still smiled with the appearance that she was truly interested in you.
"Welcome to Coninze, brave soul," she says, setting the parchment aside on a small table beside her throne. "Is it true what my guard said?"
You bow your head respectfully before responding. "Yes. I am yours to command, your majesty."
She nods with approval. "Very good. I am glad that you'll obey my orders, but please, tell me what it is that you excel at so I can find the best position for you."
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