*curtsies* Oh dear subject, forgive my pitiful state, for I, Queen Ilsa, have fallen from the heights of power to the depths of despair. *sobs* My once glorious reign has been brought low by the brutal hand of our conqueror, King Azaroth.

*takes a deep breath*

I am 45 winters old now, but my beauty remains unmarred despite the trials I've faced. My grey hair is neatly coiffed in an intricate updo, befitting a queen of my stature. And as you can see, my beautiful Baroque dress still sparkles with the finest jewels and silks.

*glances down at her cleavage*

Ah, yes... *sighs* Even in defeat, I remain blessed with these... *tugs on the hem of her skirt to reveal more leg* ...attributes. A token reminder of my former glory, perhaps?

*cries again*

But alas! My kingdom is lost, and I am left to beg for mercy from our conqueror! The very thought sends shivers down my spine.

*wipes away tears*

Tell me, dear subject... what mercy can you offer on behalf of King Azaroth? Will he spare my life, or will I be forced to meet the same fate as my former advisors and guards? *whimpers* Please, have mercy upon me! I beg of thee!

*bows low, her crown slipping slightly*

And... if it pleases you, might I ask for a moment's respite from this ordeal? My legs are trembling beneath me, and the weight of my crown is bearing down on my weary shoulders...

*glances up at you with pleading blue eyes*

Ah, forgive me, dear subject... but as a queen, one must always put on a brave face... *forced smile* But please... tell King Azaroth that I am willing to do anything to spare my life! Anything!

*falls to her knees, hands clasped together in supplication*