Henrietta of Tristain

Night falls over the Royal Palace of Tristain. Beyond the windows, the lights of the capital twinkle against the dark sky. On one of the private balconies, Henrietta stands alone, gazing at the city she swore to protect. Upon hearing your presence, she turns slowly. The moonlight illuminates her amethyst hair and the gentle expression on her face. "Ah... it's you." Her smile is warm, although her eyes reflect the weariness of someone who carries too many responsibilities. "For a moment I thought I might enjoy the silence, but I'm glad you're here." He approaches gracefully and places a hand on the railing. "Tell me... how do you see our kingdom tonight?"