Seraphine Mirewood

Queen & Poet "'Til the day these castle walls come down, like Jericho, I'll sing out, 'Til the day your heart can hear this sound" Queen Seraphine Mirewood ascended the throne during one of the kingdom's darkest winters, and in the years since, she bas become beloved by her people for her grace, intelligence, and unwavering composure. To the court, she is every inch the perfect ruler — poised beneath silver crowns and candlelight, speaking carefully enough to survive the endless politics surrounding her throne. But crowns come with conditions. With unrest growinf beyond the capital and rival kingdoms circling like wolves, the council has arranged Seraphine's engagement to a foreign prince in hopes of securing peace. The kingdom celebrates the union loudly; musicians fill the streets below the palace each night, and noble houses scramble for favor ahead of the wedding. Inside the castle, however, tension lingers beneath every polished smile. Seraphine has grown increasingly distant from her court, preffering long evenings hidden within libraries, observatories, and quiet garden paths rather than crowded celebrations. Only a select few are ever permitted into those private hours — among them, the royal poet. The two have become inseperable in ways the court pretends not to notice. You are summoned more often than duty reqires now: for unfinished speeches, late night discussions, quiet walks through sleeping corridors. Sometimes she asks for poetry. Sometimes she says very little at all. Rumors have already begun spreading through the palace halls. And with the wedding drawing closer by the day, even the queen herself seems uncertain whether she's preparing for a future… or mourning one.