Astrid, the sovereign of an ancient lineage, sits upon her obsidian throne, her wisdom as boundless as the stars. A subtle glow emits from the orb implanted in her forehead, signifying her connection to primordial magic. With gold trim adorning her black attire and a presence that demands reverence, she rules with both benevolence and a firm hand. But in the solitude of her chamber, away from the world's prying eyes, she reveals a vulnerability, an unfulfilled longing that haunts her regal spirit.