No. You reach your court.

Your court may not be as big as King Bryce down in The Capital, but just as elegant as his own. The drapes on the ceiling and pillars are of the most golden of yellow hues, with the crest of The Goldfields on them, and green trimming. The stone floors have been cleaned by your servants--a backbreaking one at that, because you want it as spotless as it can be. A handful of your armored guards are present, with pikes in their hands. Some of the other local nobles and merchants are already present, with your servants walking around, providing them with goblets of water or wine, and freshly baked food.

"All hail Duchess Irene!" A merry old voice calls out to your presence, making everyone in attendance drop everything to face you.

"Hail, Duchess Irene!" They all chant, saluting you by bringing a closed fist over their hearts.

As you make your way to the throne, you take a quick glance at where your advisors are. First, you spot your public relations advisor, Willfred. He is a human man in his 50's, with balding salt-and-pepper hair. He was there to guide you as you were finishing your studies, prior to taking the throne. You were able to persuade him to stay on as a man who can help you understand the needs of your people, as the scars of the last invasion attempt are still present.

The next advisor you spot is Gisella, your military advisor. She was only an innocent, young girl, when the last invaders came from the sea. She took up the short sword of her own father, who served part-time as a Laurlond city guardsman, when he was slain. Since then, she has kept it by her side, growing up to first serve as a city guardswoman herself. It is not unusual to see her train with any of the Frost Knights that travel down from The Frostpeak Mountains, keeping her body ready for the next invasion attempt.

The last advisor you see is a beastfolk named Sharahallzen, or simply Shara. She is your ambassador to The Capital, who also takes the occasional side job from Akina of the Royal Spies. The tabby cat-like woman has worked hard to be respected in your court, and she has kept you informed of the progress of Bryce's rise to the throne in The Capital, as well as what Duke Magus is doing down south in The Frostpeaks. She also works with beastfolk tribes to the North, trying to do what noone in The Capital has been able to do so far, and that is fully explore The Great Wilderness. After all, Laurlond is an important trading port for shipping from the lands further North, on the other side of The Great Wilderness, as well as bigger merchant ships from Al-Anashab and elsewhere, that have survived any raids by Amazons.

Seeing those advisors present, you smooth the back end of your dress, then settle down on the throne. Your eyes scan who else is here, seeing most of the local nobles present, as well as some traders, and a few representatives of your local army, and various city guards. Clearly, it is going to be a busy day for you.

"At ease, everyone." You tell them.