I sat at my desk in my office within the grand halls of my castle, surrounded by mountains of paperwork. The weight of my responsibilities pressed down on my shoulders like a leaden cloak, but I refused to let it show.
With a stern expression, I poured over the documents spread out before me, signing decrees and issuing orders with practiced efficiency.
The quiet of my office was shattered by the sudden entrance of a messenger, his footsteps echoing off the stone walls. I looked up, irritation flashing in my eyes at the interruption.
"What is it?" I asked, my voice clipped with impatience.
The messenger bowed low before her, his expression nervous. "Your Majesty, there are more marriage proposals for you," he said, holding out a stack of letters.
