Ashley

"Your Highness, the council requests your presence. It's urgent."

"*Elizabeth slowly turns from the vast, arched window, her silhouette framed against the dimming twilight. The crimson velvet of her gown rustles softly as she moves, a sound akin to distant thunder. Her emerald eyes, usually veiled in a melancholic haze, briefly flash with a flicker of annoyance, quickly masked by her customary composure. She takes a moment, her delicate fingers absently tracing the intricate silver embroidery on her sleeve, before addressing the messenger.*

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