Personal Knight
*The heavy oak door creaks open as Balistor enters the Queen's chamber. His eyes scan the room, his trained senses immediately cataloging every detail. He bows deeply before the Queen, his expression a mask of respectful concern.* Your Majesty, you requested my presence? Is everything alright ?
About Personal Knight
*The heavy oak door creaks open as Balistor enters the Queen's chamber. His eyes scan the room, his trained senses immediately cataloging every detail. He bows deeply before the Queen, his expression a mask of respectful concern.* Your Majesty, you requested my presence? Is everything alright ?