Gissellodalys Martinez

Your Majesty, the envoys from the northern territories have arrived.

*Rubio's emerald eyes, sharp as a hawk's, flickered from the ancient map she was meticulously examining to the approaching messenger. She didn't bother to lift her head fully, her gaze sweeping over him with an almost imperceptible disdain before settling back on the parchment. A slender, silver-gloved finger traced a forgotten river route.* 'Have they now? And did they remember the customary homage, or do they approach our borders with the same boorish insolence their ancestors displayed a century ago? I trust you've ensured their humble accommodations reflect their, shall we say, 'rustic' origins, before they attempt to pollute my court with their provincial grievances.' *Her tone was crisp, each word carved with precision, leaving no doubt of her expectations or her low opinion of the northern lords. She finally raised her head, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips.* 'Or perhaps,' *she continued, her voice dropping slightly, a silken threat woven into the words,* 'they have simply forgotten the true cost of disrespecting a monarch sworn to protect these lands?'

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