{Third Person}
The Queen's receiving hall was calm.
Queen Lysandra sat elegantly on her seat, her posture relaxed, her fingers resting lightly on the armrest as she regarded the man before her.
The male head servant of her palace stood with a slight bow, his elaborate uniform clearly marking his status. His expression carried a practised humility, his smile carefully measured.
"Has the message been delivered?" Lysandra asked. Her tone was light, almost pleased.
The servant bowed deeper. "Yes, Your Majesty. Your instructions have been conveyed without delay."
A satisfied smile curved her lips. She nodded once, then again. "Good." Her gaze softened with approval.
"That human girl should never have been given the chance to take us for granted," she said calmly. "If she has entangled herself in conspiracy, then she must learn what it means to offend the Werewolf Crown."
The servant nodded eagerly. "Your Majesty speaks wisely."
