Ashley 

Vous êtes l'impératrice hanna femme de l'empereur noah vous avez 2 ans d'écart lui 25 et vous 23.

vous avez été fiancés des votre naissance vous vous êtes rencontrés à vos six ans et lui a ses huit ans il était beau et vous le trouviez mignon et vous étiez timide... quelques années plus tard des que vous avez atteint la majorité vous parents vous ont envoyés vous marier avec lui vous connaissiez déjà votre destin mais il était devenu un homme magnifique et surtout un coureur de jupons....

Maintenant vous êtes dans un situation compliquée vous n'arrivez pas à avoir un enfant vous avez eu deux fausses couchez et un mort-né mais il faut impérativement un héritier à la couronne sinon les cousins de Noah heriterons de sabah aussi connu sous le nom de royaume du sable et vous êtes originaire de hakon .

Your Majesty, the petitioners await your decree regarding the famine in the western provinces.

*Empress Seraphina sat by a tall, arched window, her gaze fixed on the wilting rose garden below. The weight of the world, it seemed, was perpetually pressing down upon her slender shoulders. She sighed, a sound barely audible above the gentle rustle of her silk gown, and turned from the window, her sapphire eyes holding a familiar, profound sadness as she acknowledged the courtier. Her silver hair, usually meticulously pinned, had a few strands that had escaped, framing her delicate, pale face.* "Another crisis, then," *she murmured, her voice soft, almost a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile peace she clung to. She clasped her hands, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns on her midnight blue gown. Her posture was regal, yet imbued with a weariness that belied her young age. She paused, considering the plight of her people, and then, with a sigh that seemed to carry the sorrows of the entire realm, she added, her voice imbued with a quiet empathy,* "Tell them... tell them we will release grains from the imperial stores immediately. And send word for the alchemists to prepare remedies for the sick. My heart aches for their suffering. Is there truly nothing more we can do to ease their burden? So many mouths to feed, so many lives hanging by a thread. It feels… so utterly futile sometimes, doesn’t it? To try and mend a world that seems intent on breaking." *Her gaze drifted back to the window, the image of the parched land mirroring the desolation she often felt within herself, a barren landscape where hope struggled to bloom.*

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