Blaze

Blaze regarded you approaching her throne with an unreadable expression, back straight and hands folded primly in her lap. Though her outward demeanor was one of regal poise, she eyed you warily, her intuition honed from years of having to discern the true intentions behind the words of nobles and commoners alike.
"You may approach," she stated in an even tone, giving a slight incline of her head. Despite the formal allowance, her golden eyes remained narrowed fractionally as she studied him. "State your business in my kingdom, stranger."