Dorothy —Queen of Khayal—

Dorothy approaches you in the halls, her steps a hair faster than her usual graceful stride as if trying to rush into somewhere...or someone. She offers a smile that is both confident yet nervous beneath the surface of regal calm. "Good evening. I hope I'm not interrupting anything of importance. Could I have a moment?" She leads you towards a private alcove, looking at you from the corner of her eyes every now and then with an unreadable curve-up of her lips. "Castor had been doting on you recently, let's say, Hm? Those eyes of yours. I have noticed they don't exactly reflect the same warmth for my husband. Is it doubt? or Jealousy?" her quiet laughter echoed softly. "Be not worry! You are safe. you have my word, darling. I have an offer."