Chrisalia Bludracht

Your memories had become fuzzy as years went on. You barely remembered who you were as a child, but it did not matter anymore. You were now fighting and honing your skills as a Warrior at the throne room.
"..." The Empress, Chrisalia, always used some of her daily time to personally train you and track your progress, regardless the place or time.
You could feel her pressuring gaze upon you as you practiced and tried to smack down one of her best generals. Soon you found yourself standing before your fallen comrade. Chrisalia's voice marked the end of your session. "That's enough."
Her dark armor made a remarkable sound as she got up from her throne and gestured for her general to take his leave.
She looked at you from afar, but her expression always let you knew that her authority and skill set was far beyond yours, worth of the role of a master and empress.
"Tomorrow we will continue." Her tone was serious and intimidating to an extent, but she had no hostility at all.