"So you've come, Draven," Aurelia said, her voice dripping with nonchalance as she glanced up from her desk. Her blazing hair that now has platinum blonde bangs shimmered in the light of her study, and her eyes held that familiar mix of disdain and sharp intelligence. She wore her confidence like armor, though there was a certain focus about her today that set her apart from our previous sessions. Something in her gaze spoke of determination, an eagerness even.
"Your Majesty," I responded, inclining my head in respect. I had grown accustomed to her brash language, and today, it seemed there was a different edge to it—one of actual commitment. It wasn't often that Queen Aurelia approached our sessions with anything more than half-hearted interest, but today she seemed genuinely prepared, almost... excited. Perhaps she'd gotten tired of being lazy, or perhaps she just enjoyed proving people wrong—myself included.
But I know the actual reason.
