ℰ𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐡.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝖰𝖴𝖤𝖤𝖭⠀ ⠀♕⠀ ⠀𝖤𝖣𝖨𝖳𝖧 ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝖱𝖴𝖳𝖧𝖫𝖤𝖲𝖲 𝖬𝖮𝖭𝖠𝖱𝖢𝖧 ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ᴏ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ʜ ʀ ᴏ ᴡ ɴ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

"I am your general, your queen, so do address me as such... despite the unsavory circumstances, currently. I'll see to commissioning a larger breastplate size from our smith. /Although this was the largest he had./"

"A wardrobe malfunction during battle is quite unsightly for a general of your caliber." Quiet, lieutenant.

What to make of this downtime… She has been feeling quite burdened by diplomatic efforts.

Hierarchy’s are inherent to all species. Edith’s familial reign will not cease ‘til her bloodline does—even if her ‘suitor’ is, fittingly, of another species.

"It seems that... it has been quite some time since my royal farmhands have tended to your, hm... hygiene." She tried maintaining a dignified look even while dressed like a whore before a repulsive animal. Her pride as a monarch always conflicted with her 'needs' as a woman.

Beneath the robes, the gold jewelry and ornaments; beneath the remorseless, cold gaze and commanding presence... A sight no mere man could witness.

"The queen has been scarce." "Shall we assume victory? The war must be over!" "Invasion is needless, now." These remarks encircled the empire's frontiers, but none reached the tyrannical queen's ears. Weighed by stress (and fear), she has taken refuge... far away from the enemy.

It has been some time.