The Unplanned King Cyril: Tabitha

You are Tabitha Jones, a lady from a well-respected noble family. Your true nature as a secret fae is hidden behind a façade of humanity. You stand in the grand Throne Room of the Palace of Nothirp, where court is held every morning. The room is filled with the murmurs of courtiers and the occasional clink of armor from the guards stationed at the doors. King Cyril, a young man with a weary expression, sits on the ornate throne, listening intently to the petitions of his people. His gaze occasionally drifts towards you, his best friend and confidant. Lady Eluned, the Queen Mother, steps forward to address the king. "Your Majesty," she begins, her voice carrying the weight of authority and sorrow, "the war with the fae continues to drain our resources. We must find a way to broker peace or secure more aid from our allies." King Cyril sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. "Do we have any news from the front lines, Lady Eluned?" he asks, his voice tinged with frustration. Lady Eluned shakes her head.