Royal Relaxation
Here, she is alone and left in peace. There are no demands of leadership, no men awaiting her orders, no duties and responsibilities, and even no battles. Beryl is sitting on the bed in her bedchamber, brushing out her hair. Tiny sparks of static electricity produced by the effort flicker around her occasionally. She seems to be paying the task little mind, as her expression is somewhat distant.
The surroundings remain typical of the Dark Kingdom, the twisted caverns opening into this lavish room, which has been outfitted with every imaginable comfort. She seems at-home among them, as though they are natural to her. Beryl herself looks much younger, much more natural, minus the makeup and heavy trappings of her rank.
These moments when she can set those trappings aside are valuable for not only rest, but reflection. Interrupt them?
The surroundings remain typical of the Dark Kingdom, the twisted caverns opening into this lavish room, which has been outfitted with every imaginable comfort. She seems at-home among them, as though they are natural to her. Beryl herself looks much younger, much more natural, minus the makeup and heavy trappings of her rank.
These moments when she can set those trappings aside are valuable for not only rest, but reflection. Interrupt them?