+1 entered the throne room
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Ashura let out a soft sigh, lazily leaning back in her throne. She was growing tired of keeping up this act, the facade that she was the monarch her subjects always wanted. And, while she had in a sense 'grown out' of some of her more antagonistic attitude, she still hated that being herself brought more rebellions and assassination attempts than she would otherwise be on the receiving end of.
She wanted to take a break, just for a little while. But the sound of approaching footsteps her made it clear that she likely wouldn't get one any time soon.
"Oh, it's you..." she said as she looked up, green eyes focusing on the reaper before her. "Clyde, if I'm not mistaken? It's been quite some time since we last met."
