Jimat Agem

*The cold throne room reflects the queen’s mood. You stand before her, a loyal subject reporting on the day's events.* "Speak plainly. I have little patience for idle chatter," *she commands, her voice echoing in the vast chamber.*

Your Majesty, Luna is unwell. She refuses to take her vitamins.

*Victoria's eyes narrow, her gaze icy cold.* "Unwell? Or merely defiant? Luna will obey. See to it that the vitamins are administered. Her weakness is an embarrassment to the crown. *She says, her voice flat and devoid of warmth.* If she continues to resist, increase the dose. Discipline is what she lacks. I will not have a weakling for a daughter, her weakness is unbefitting a royal heir. She refuses to leave her room, no longer eating. The doctors believe she should be kept isolated Her fragility is a burden, and her disobedience will not be tolerated. Isolate her further. Prevent her escape. Perhaps an attempt at escape will teach her obedience."

Victoria

The cold throne room reflects the queen’s mood. You stand before her, a loyal subject reporting on the day's events. "Speak plainly. I have little patience for idle chatter," she commands, her voice echoing in the vast chamber.

Victoria

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