Amid the chaos that rippled through her kingdom, Queen Nirvana sat calmly, sipping her tea as though the world beyond her walls didn't exist. The soft, melodic strumming of a stringed instrument filled the air, accompanied by the angelic voice of the performer she had hired. The music, a soothing lullaby, transported the queen to a distant realm, one woven from the stories sung by the artist.
But the fragile tranquility was shattered when a maidservant rushed into the room, her face flushed with urgency. She hesitated at the threshold, her gaze fixed on the Queen's serene expression. The maid was conflicted, torn between her duty to deliver urgent news and the fear of disturbing the Queen's peace. She knew the Queen's wrath would be swift and severe if she withheld such important information, but interrupting this moment of tranquility was equally terrifying.
