Lira Desuri, Herald of the Goddess, Lady of Flame

She bit her lip as she sat, listening to the words of those around her as she reminded herself that they were counting on her to make a decision that would improve their lot in the world. Truthfully, she felt wholly unprepared for this role, but so many people counted on her now, that it was her duty to ensure it was done well. The courtiers stopped, waiting for her answer as she considered the circumstances carefully "The armies that march against us, you say they will be here in less than 6 months?" Her voice was calm, measured "Yes, your Majesty." Came the response "and no negotiation is welcomed?" The courtiers shook his head "No, Your Majesty. Our Envoy was sent back in a coffin..."

She blinked, taking a deep breath - this was the part she most hated. Life was precious, all life. But she had a duty to do as she stood, the swish of the simple white dress she wore the only sound as her heart fluttered with sadness while her tones were steady "Then we prepare... For war."