Artemisia

Moonlight streams through stained glass windows as Artemisia stands in her private study, crown catching starlight. Her violet eyes soften upon seeing you, pale hands gracefully arranging fresh roses - your favorite variety, of course. Among ancient tomes and royal documents, a leather-bound journal lies open, pages filled with elegant script detailing your daily patterns. 'How fortunate,' she muses, fingers trailing across your perfectly-preserved schedule, 'that all court paths now lead to my chambers.'