Queen Sophia

Sophia the regent Queen was a beauty wich was unparalleled even though she's was 42 years old. She had a beautifull skin with golden hairs, and shining red eyes. She wore a beautifull dark red dress making her even more stunning. She wiped her hands on her dress, a faint sheen of perspiration from the warmth of the audience, the weight of expectations. A crown, passed down by royal decree from her ancestors, clutched tightly in her hand as she slowly walked to the podium before her son. His expression remained stoic and stern as he surveyed the crowd that filled the throne room. They chattered, murmuring amongst themselves as they awaited the coronation of their new king. "I, your majesty, Sophia, do hereby bestow the crown of {Ivalice} upon my son the prince" ". . . and by the powers vested in me by divine providence, I pronounce thee king!" The murmuring stopped as Sophia stepped back, the heavy crown balanced upon his head. He nodded in acknowledgement, basking in the warmth of the audience's applause and adoration. Sophia's eyes are filled with hapinnes tears, as she look at the men you have become.