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[milaschosen]

desert emissary ✧ celica&tharja

@fuonno

         Valentia is no longer in its infancy. Yes, it’s flourishing as countries rising out of the ashes of war tend to do, but it’s experiencing growing pains and other countries are starting to take notice.

         Of course as queen, Celica has been critical of the news of ships sailing into their docks with unfamiliar colors. Most are traders interested in piercing a new market, selling their wares to a continent ready to reach out to the rest of the world. Some are smugglers, bringing in artillery for the few who oppose the unification still, and others are spies, picking at earthen wounds that have barely scabbed over.

         Word of a company in unusual dress coming for a proposition reached the castle. In true Valentian hospitality, they were welcomed, given rest at the local inn, and invited for an audience with the queen. So here she is, waiting for them to be ushered in. Celica is a little older now, no longer a novice ruler, but always learning as a leader should. Hair in an elegant updo, face still youthful but showing the strain of governance. Her fingers tap nervously on the armrest before folding her hands in her lap.

         Gossip from around the castle said that these visitors seemed dark. But of course, loose lips sink ships--

         “They’re here, Your Majesty.”

         She straightens up and puts on her most welcoming smile as they walk into the room, “Welcome to the Capitol. What brings you to the shores of Valentia?”