"My Lady, the situation is becoming dire already. The plants are turning toxic, the livestock are dying—we must move on to the next Nightmare," said the lead knight, standing firmly before her.
"Sighs," a dramatic sigh.
Nora, lounged on a throne-like chair. A crystal goblet of grape wine was held delicately in one hand while her legs were crossed with casual grace. Her sky-blue hair, soft and flowing, was pinned up loosely with a clip adorned by a single blue flower. Amber eyes, shimmering with curiosity and mischief, were fixed on the man standing before her.
"You know I can't do that… not without Natasha and Diana. They're friends of my brother, and we used to be close when they would visit." She sighed wistfully, then—
Chomp.
Without warning, she resumed stuffing her cheeks with food after what must have been a brief, two-minute pause.
