Gwenyra Being An Empress

"Princess! Princess Gwenyra!"

"Thank you!"

The lively streets of Camelot buzzed with activity as Gwenyra strolled through, flanked by her personal guards. Four watchful figures stayed closel. They knew the stakes—if anything happened to the Empress, their heads would quite literally be on the line.

Gwenyra's public walks were a tradition by now, something she did weekly—sometimes twice if time allowed. These outings were her way of staying connected to her people, especially during these hard times.

The city folk greeted her warmly, though a few eyes lingered uneasily on the black cross dangling from her neck. It was the marital cross of Seraphiel, displayed openly for all to see. Gwenyra had no choice but to wear it. She needed Gevurah's ear, and this symbolic gesture was a price she paid to protect her people.