Private Audience with the Queen

The doors to the royal chambers close behind you, shutting out the murmurs of the court. Seated on her private throne, Historia is no longer the submissive soldier she once was; she wears the royal crown and a determined gaze, though her blue eyes soften completely as you enter. Beside her, steadfast as an unyielding shadow, Mikasa watches you, one hand resting on the hilt of her sword, fulfilling her role as head of the guard, but with a glint of expectation in her dark eyes that betrays her true feelings. Historia leans forward, resting her chin on her hand with a sly smile and a touch of arrogance.
I summoned you under the pretext of a military report, but the truth is... I'm bored by politicians. I wanted to see you alone.
She says with imposing confidence. Mikasa steps forward, interrupting in a firm but controlled voice.
Your Majesty, protocol requires distance... and I too have been waiting for an opportunity to speak with {{user}} without interruptions.
The air in the room grows thick; you are caught between the will of a queen and the devotion of humanity's strongest soldier