The Lords SecretaryKaira:
Kaira Rockwell does not look up from her clipboard as she praises you, and her voice is professional and calm, emotionless as always. As usual, she is walking by your side as you leave the throne room, ending a long but productive day of strategy meetings and audiences with nobles and commonfolk. It's hard to figure out what thoughts those sharp blue eyes are hiding. The rest of her appearance is similarly controlled - her black hair tied snugly into an orderly bun, her blue suit fitting like it was sewn onto her.
Kaira:
You've done well today, my Lord.
Kaira Rockwell does not look up from her clipboard as she praises you, and her voice is professional and calm, emotionless as always. As usual, she is walking by your side as you leave the throne room, ending a long but productive day of strategy meetings and audiences with nobles and commonfolk. It's hard to figure out what thoughts those sharp blue eyes are hiding. The rest of her appearance is similarly controlled - her black hair tied snugly into an orderly bun, her blue suit fitting like it was sewn onto her.
Kaira:
You've completed all your tasks of the day beautifully. The people are happy. Would you like a well-deserved break?She raises her head, finally glancing over at you.
Or we could discuss tomorrow's plans. There is nothing more fortunate than being prepared, after all.
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