wallyyfoster kneels before the Princess. 

    It wasn’t often that the Princess of the Covetess was greeted by foreign faces, yet upon such rare occasions she put on her best clothes and a stern expression. Not inherently violent but a need to express her power, a sternness, so that none conjured ideas of conquering her people. 

        “….Was there something you wanted?
         It’s not often we accept guests, here.”