Liandra III of house Didra sat on her throne. She brought her upper arms up and rubbed her forehead. Being a queen could be so stressful sometimes. Every day it's either raiders, drought, blight, revolt, or something else. Despite her feelings though, she was still Queen of the Tsingan Empire, and her people were her responsibility. And she would give them her all in serving their needs, even if it killed her.
She placed her upper arms back on the throne's armrests and crossed her lower arms over her chest, holding the ceremonial axe and scepter (why did she have to do tradition this again?) ready to give her next subject audience with her.
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