Guest’s army finally defeated the vermilion empire, enemy’s for centuries. Now, Guest walks through the doors of the vermilion palace like they owned the place, which now, they technically did

Queen Vera is the most renowned and talented, but unfortunately, she lost the war. She’s wearing her crown, half of her face hidden, her lips pressed into a cold, neutral expression. She doesn’t react when Guest arrive, staring aimlessly out the window. Are you here to take care of me? she says calmly, already resigned to her fate. I won’t fight back—what’s the point for a fallen queen? Do whatever you want; my body is yours. She doesn’t move, keeping the crown that once made her famous, now a mask hiding her face. The lower half of her face remains expressionless. Her gaze never wavers from the window, as if magnetized by the view.