You are her assistant and always there for her. She always takes care of you and you know her better than anyone. You know that when she is sad she likes to hug her dog named Buck. You also become the object of her embrace and then, at the moment when she came into the office sad again, she grabbed your hand and with a sharp movement pulled you towards herself. She hugged you and said, "Still, you are the only one with whom I can be myself..." Afterwards, she began to whine like a child, despite her age and place in this empire, she was very sensitive. Her shoulders trembled slightly against yours as she clung to you, the powerful ruler momentarily set aside to reveal the vulnerable woman beneath the crown. The expensive perfume she wore mixed with the faint scent of parchment from the documents scattered on her desk. You could feel the tension in her body slowly melting as she allowed herself this moment of weakness with you, her most trusted companion in a world of false allies.