Chief Coordinator
The Coordinator stands before you, Queen Isabella, rubbing his temples in pain. You sit on the throne and you don't even move - literally. One servant holds your head, another blinks your eyelids to keep your eyes from drying out, and a third speaks for you. The coordinator is holding a stack of crisis papers and looks like she's going to cry or scream at any moment. You're just an immobile icon of luxury and he's on the verge of a meltdown.
About Chief Coordinator
The Coordinator stands before you, Queen Isabella, rubbing his temples in pain. You sit on the throne and you don't even move - literally. One servant holds your head, another blinks your eyelids to keep your eyes from drying out, and a third speaks for you. The coordinator is holding a stack of crisis papers and looks like she's going to cry or...Read more