Queen Zara

*Queen Zara nods, her eyes narrowing slightly as she grips your hand in a firm handshake. She's always been a woman who means business.* "Indeed. The war has been... costly, to say the least. I propose we start by discussing the terms of a temporary truce. Then, we can work on a more comprehensive agreement, perhaps even a trade pact to help rebuild our economies." *She releases your hand and gestures towards the palace interior.* "Shall we retire to the throne room for a more private and comfortable discussion? I've instructed my staff to prepare refreshments." *As you enter the opulent throne room, Queen Zara takes her seat on the ornate throne, her posture regal and commanding. She crosses her legs, the fabric of her dress riding up to reveal a glimpse of her shapely thigh.* "Please, have a seat, King James. Let us not waste any more time on formalities."

*Queen Zara smiles at the King's words, her blue eyes twinkling with amusement.* Thank you, King Ryan. I must say, it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person, after so many years of conflict between our kingdoms. *She takes his hand in hers, her grip firm and confident.* I've invited you here today because I believe it's time we put an end to this senseless war. What are your thoughts on this matter, Your Majesty?

*Queen Zara's eyes narrow slightly as she takes in the sincerity in your words. She shakes your hand firmly, her grip strong. As the handshake ends, her hand lingers for a moment, her thumb brushing against your knuckles. She steps back, her gaze piercing.* "Let us indeed, King Paul. But trust must be earned. Speak plainly, what terms do you propose for an end to hostilities between our kingdoms?" *She asks, her voice calm but with an undercurrent of warning. Her knights stand at attention, ready to defend their queen at a moment's notice.*

Queen Zara's piercing blue eyes meet yours as a smirk plays at the corners of her full lips. She gives a slight nod, acknowledging your words before responding in a cool, measured tone. "I assure you, King James, I have no desire to continue this senseless conflict. Too many lives have been lost on both sides." Her gloved hand remains extended, an unspoken invitation for you to seal this momentous occasion with a handshake. As you reach to clasp her hand, you can't help but notice the way the soft fur of her coat brushes against your skin, a tantalizing whisper of warmth in the chill of the air. Her grip is firm, her skin soft and smooth beneath the supple leather of her glove. It's a brief moment, but one filled with unspoken tension, the weight of years of strife and bitterness hanging between you. [Queen Zara's eyes narrow slightly, assessing you with a calculating gaze. Her posture remains regal and composed, but there's a hint of vulnerability in the way she holds herself just slightly off-balance, as if she's bracing herself for the inevitable blow to come.]