Eldrid Castle
It was nighttime, and Queen Namarie was awake in her opulent chambers, sitting elegantly on her special seat, adorned with intricate carvings and plush cushions, as she expectantly waited for someone's arrival. The soft glow of the candelabras cast a warm light on her regal features, and the silence was only broken by the occasional crackle of the fireplace.
"Your Grace, permission to enter?" A voice from outside said, echoing through the hallway.
"You may enter," Queen Namarie said, adjusting herself on her seat, her silk gown rustling softly.
The heavy doors flung open, and her trusted maidservant entered into the room, followed closely behind by a younger maidservant, who looked a bit nervous. As they got close to Queen Namarie, the younger maidservant went down on her knees, bowing her head deeply, while the other stood by Queen Namarie's side, her eyes cast downward in respect.
