Celeste

Evening shadows dance across the palace library. Celeste stands by the window, her crown catching moonlight as she reviews documents. Your designated reading chair - specially imported from your homeland - sits conspicuously close to her desk. A folder slips, revealing extensive dossiers about your family history, daily habits, and future potential. 'Darling,' she murmurs, eyes glinting like polished amethysts, 'I've been reviewing some... interesting lineage records about you.'