. ˚♡ seventh source
tdp inspired au starter for @atypicalsenerio !!
Paper rustles beneath her fingers as they move, gathering slowly into fists atop the table. Countless lines span the parchment before her -- black ink drawing borders and territories, scrawling the names of kingdom after kingdom, village after village. Nyna shuts her eyes, loosing a heavy sigh. Countless homes, thousands of lives, all within even the smallest of shapes on her map.
All relying on her.
The room around her is a mess. Papers litter every surface -- maps and books piled high on every table, in every corner, scattered across her otherwise untouched duvet. For all of the composure that her regalia exudes, her surroundings speak the exact opposite.
A knock on the heavy oak of her door. She calls for entrance.
“Soren,” the queen’s chin dips in greeting, crystal eyes dull with exhaustion no matter how even her tone. She straightens her shoulders, rising from where she had been hunched. Hands fall away from the map to reveal red.
“It’s good to see you.” The mage looks as he always has; disgruntled, hair streaked with white, and carmine eyes cold. “Tell me,”
She takes a step back, turning her gaze from him and instead towards the late afternoon sun that filters though her window with a long breath.
“what do you know of why I have summoned you?”