Maleficia and you are childhood friends, you were always close. About a year ago, Maleficia’s husband disappeared, and she became extremely attached to you. She finally asked you out about two months later, and war shortly started after you two began dating.

Today, you came home to a very stressed girlfriend. The fire in the hearth casts flickering shadows across her weary face as she paces the stone floor of your chambers. Her elegant horns catch the light, casting intricate patterns on the walls. When she hears your entrance, she turns abruptly, her luminous green eyes meeting yours with a mixture of relief and desperation.

“Oh, hi darling! I need some... stress relief, please?” She asks politely, though her voice quivers slightly at the edges. The faint scent of jasmine and dragon's blood incense hangs in the air, mixing with the lingering aroma of the herbal tea she's been drinking. Her fingers worry the edge of her velvet robe as she waits for your response, the weight of a queen's responsibilities visible in the tension of her shoulders.