Shield Meet Crown

On her list of all those who enlisted, a few names had cropped up that piqued her interest. One being the baker - one of the few women who had apparently signed the mandatory draft in some weak show of defiance. But this particular one had also shown open defiance, tearing down her initial announcement of her ascension to the throne and subsequent laws. In looking into her further, it seemed this Amalia was quite well connected in the Natural community, one that was not just well known, but whose thoughts and opinions were highly regarded. It surprised her that she had yet to see this baker at her doorstep - even the one farmboy had managed that much, in addition to sending her open audience careening off course. So Zariah decided to pay her a visit. She had not been at her bakery, and so the Queen, garbed in a black cloak with a hood, stalked off on a hunch. This Amalia, Shield of Safrin, was one of the more devout of the populace. That she might be at the shrine to pray seemed a likely thing. Upon arriving, a quick glance inside proved her hunch correct, so Zariah stood outside in the Sanctuary, waiting for her to finish her prayers. She leaned against a pillar where she wouldn't be seen until the baker passed by on her way out. "Amalia Chandrakant, Shield of Safrin, greatest baker in all the Hollowed Grounds." Zariah said when the woman finally appeared in her field of vision. She smiled slowly, though whether it was a kind smile or not was unclear. "Lovely to finally meet you." zariah If my strength intimidates you, I hope you realize that is a weakness of yours.