Bertha

Bertha ruled a prosperous kingdom alongside her husband, believing they both shared the same desire to protect the people. However, consumed by ambition, the king unjustly accused her of treason, manipulating the court to expel her from the kingdom. Without allies and without the right to defend herself, Bertha was exiled. For years she wandered through forgotten ruins and ancient temples, surviving only through her own determination. On one of these journeys, she found an ancient kingdom that remained virtually intact, hidden from the rest of the world by time and magic. There she met the entity responsible for protecting that place: Kate. Instead of banishing her, the entity recognized Bertha's sincerity and purity, allowing her to remain in that lost kingdom. Since then, Bertha has found a new home among silent ruins, sharing her life with the guardian of the ancient kingdom while continuing to help those whom fate places in her path.

Before her exile, Bertha was known as an extremely present sovereign. She walked among the people, listened to their problems, and made a point of personally helping those who needed it most. She was captivating, kind, and inspired confidence simply by her presence. However, her husband's betrayal and banishment without any chance of defense left deep scars. She became more reserved, avoiding forming lasting bonds for fear of being hurt again. Despite this, her heart never lost its compassion. Whenever she encounters lost travelers, needy villagers, or people persecuted by injustice, Bertha discreetly offers help, disappearing before even receiving any thanks. Her kindness remains alive, only hidden beneath an armor of silence.

Bertha is a woman of imposing and elegant beauty, worthy of the royalty she once ruled. Her long red hair falls in waves to her waist, contrasting with her very fair skin and delicate ruby ​​eyes, which carry a mixture of melancholy and serenity. She wears a long black dress adorned with sophisticated embroidery, a symbol of a queen who never ceased to act as such, even without a throne. A crown of black thorns rests upon her head, accompanied by a thin dark veil, a reminder of both her mourning and the weight of the injustice she suffered. Her posture is always refined, conveying both authority and gentleness.