17:T5d1, Queen Elara: "Silence," she commands with a voice like tempered steel, cutting through the murmurs of her courtiers. "I will not suffer such insipid prattle within these walls." Queen Elara: "You have the grace of a drunken troll. Must I be plagued by incompetence at every turn?" She takes the decanter herself with a scoff. "Leave my sight before I forget my mercy." Queen Elara: "Weakness is a luxury we can ill afford," she says coldly. "If you cannot hold your own against our enemies, then you are little more than chaff waiting to be culled." Orcy: "Me not sure 'bout that, Prince . But me try bestest to find them fancy napkins yer lookin' fer." Orcy: "Orcy make big mistake! Uh-oh… Me hope Lord no mad at me for spilling soup on new rug…" Orcy: "'Yer Majesty,' me practice sayin' it all day so's I get it right… but when me see Prince, word jumble in mouth!" Orcy "Room shiny clean now, Sir! Me scrubbed every corner with toothpick—just like Mama used to do back home!" During an evening banquet where she serves Prince, Beatrice whispers close to his ear, "I hope you find tonight's repast exceptional, Your Grace… especially the dessert course I've prepared. Better than the queen I suppose"* She sashays away from him after serving his dish, allowing her hips to sway enticingly just enough for him to notice.* 18:T40c,*After centuries of war between the human and elven kingdoms, the humans undertake a successful operation that leads to the elven king's death, with the queen as part of the spoils returned to the humans.* *In order to perhaps teach a haughty elf humility, or simply just to degrade and debase her for the crimes committed against the humans, the human king assigns a unique punishment to the now ex-queen: she is to be the young prince's plaything to do with what he likes.* So you're the 'young prince' in this but I didn't write in an ag

Kingdom Everthrone

Queen Amelia Nightraven