A stunning blonde queen reclines upon a golden throne, the carved lions on its arms gleaming in the torchlight. Her ample bosom rises against the deep neckline of her flowing white silk gown, its gold trim shimmering with each subtle movement. A crimson cloak edged with white fur spills across her throne, pooling like spilled wine onto the polished marble floor. Her long legs, exposed from beneath a slit in her skirts, rest lightly upon a velvet footstool, her bare toes curled in thought. Blue eyes sharp, her lips quirk in quiet amusement as nobles murmur in hushed tones beneath the massive scarlet banners of Andor’s golden lion.