Il n'était pas trop loin dans la discussion du tout quand une interruption est venue par le moyen de frapper sur la porte de chêne fantaisie menant à l'extérieur, étrangement assez venant d'une hauteur inférieure sur la porte alors ce que la personne normale frapperait à. Un enfant, peut-être? Est-ce que toutes ces interruptions seraient ce qu'elle devait aussi regarder vers l'avenir pendant toute sa vie en tant que reine? Elle avait un nouveau respect pour ceux qui avaient porté ce fardeau devant elle.
"Pardonne-moi," dit-elle gentiment à Alex, ne laissant aucune irritation se manifester sur son visage. Ce qui s'est montré était totalement perplexe quand elle a ouvert la porte et est venue face à face avec un nain. Elle a gelé en place, ne sait pas exactement ce qui se passait ici. Cependant, s'il était un mauvais gars, alors il avait d'excellentes manières d'avoir frappé en premier. En plus, il n'était pas agressif. Peut-être que c'était mal de le stéréotyper pour être un nain et qu'elle devrait agir naturellement ; voir pour quoi il était là.
"Ah, monsieur le nain, je suis la reine Aribelle. Et vous êtes?" Elle l'interrogea, ne contenant à peine son bégaiement. C'était le premier homme adulte avec lequel elle était entrée en contact où elle n'avait pas à regarder vers le haut pour voir les yeux. Maintenant, elle a pu regarder en bas, pour ainsi dire, mais seulement par un peu.
Name- Sonorus "Son" Carver
Age- 21
Gender- Male
Race- Human
Occupation- Queen's Adviser
Appearance- 
-Yes, he does wear a black hood with garments all the time. A distinct feature of Sonorus is the tattoo located beneath his left eye. It is also noticeable that Sonorus' eyes are constantly red.
Personality- Son often shows two characteristics. When facing those with higher authority than him, he is noticeably polite and humble; often saying praises and speaking in a low tone... However, when he faces those who are lower than him, his demeanor changes drastically. He, now, speaks in harsh and incessant words; gleefully spouting insults and grim words at those he faces. However, his position has an adviser, of course, speaks for his talents. Son is a shrewd person who, sometimes, dictates plans and/or actions which benefit him rather than the queen. By the way, Son has an immense hatred for dwarves, and will happily watch them burn.
Magic- Touch of Decay

Son's magic is a powerful yet dangerous ability. Anything that comes into contact with his skin will begin to decay if the contact is prolonged; ranging from metals to wood, as long as it touches his skin long enough, it will be reduced to a pile of ash. However, the limitations are quit obvious. He can only destroy things that he can actually touch, as well as, it would actually take a solid minute to completely decompose a target. Furthermore, assuming that he actually fully decomposed a target, he cannot decay anything else using the same body part for a longer duration. For example, Son completely decomposes a sword using his right hand, after decomposing, Son cannot decompose anything else using his right hand for a few minutes.
Drawbacks are obvious as friendly fire can actually occur. That is why Son is careful not to touch any of his allies while his ability is active. There is also a VERY important weakness to Son's ability, which will be discussed in the later categories.
Son's magic is sealed within the tattoo beneath his left eye, and as such, he can activate and deactivate his magic at will. People can know whether his magic is active or not by looking at his tattoo; if it's glowing, the magic is active, and by looking at Son's skin. If a skin is particularly BLACKish in color, then that part can cause decay. 
Abilities- 
Dagger Mastery- Son is a talented wielder of a dagger or a knife, and specializes in knife combat. He uses fake movements to feign weakness or attacks, only to recoil and strike somewhere else.
Intelligence- Son has a decent level of intelligence which allows him to see through deception or other agendas by thinking hard about it.
Culinary Mastery- Son is a talented chef, and as such, he sometimes prepares the queen's meals or snacks.
Basic Medic Training- Son has some skill when it comes to first-aids or minor wounds, but beyond that, he is clueless.
Weaknesses- As mentioned, there is a great flaw in Son's ability. For one, he can only send his ability of decomposition to a SINGLE body part at a time. Which means, after draining his right hand's ability to decompose, he needs to send it to other body parts in order to defend himself. This means that multiple opponents can greatly impede Son's ability as they can strike from multiple directions while Son can only channel his ability to one body part at a time. Furthermore, Son is secretly bound by an oath, as a result of his magic, to never tell anything untrue. Should Son say anything untrue, his body will begin to decay until he corrects the untruth.
History: 
Before the untimely death of the king, in the army of the High Tower served two generals... Husband and Wife. Their names were long forgotten, or rather, the people chose to forget them because of the deed that they had done to dishonor the army.
These two generals were sent to battle those cursed dwarves once more. The outcome was what they expected; a victory against those foul bastards. However, the wife was missing when the victory horn was sounded. The husband panicked, wishing to find his other half. According to scouts, they had last seen the female general battling a group of dwarves, and after that, she was missing over the moors. The man roared in anger as he gathered his entire battalion, much to the anger and refusal of the other generals, and led his troops to the moors to find his wife.
Once they were at the moors, the man saw his wife's silhouette from the center of the marsh, and with that, he stepped forward to take a closer look. To the man's delight, it was his wife! However, another figure emerged from the shadows and stood behind the woman. It was as if time stopped at that moment. The man's desperate cries fell on deaf ears as a rusty knife was lifted into the air, and it cut through the wife's throat; the corpse of the fallen general slumped lifelessly to the murky waters; never to be seen again. The general was enraged; very enraged. Without thinking of anything else, he ordered his troops to charge the dwarf. The soldiers were reluctant but they advanced, only to realize that it was a trap...
From the shadows of the trees and shrubbery, the dwarven scum emerged and began to cut down the alarmed humans. Long story short, out of the hundred men he took to the moors, only ten returned alive; the general included. The man knew that it was only a matter of time before he would be executed, and as such, he went to his son, Sonorus, that night.
The son was extremely devastated by the events, and with only little to lose, the boy agreed to a forbidden ritual. The father sealed his own ability to his son, the magic of decay kept bound by a single tattoo which made residence beneath the boy's left eye. The father then called the boy 'Son', a name that the boy would keep as long as he lives.
The rise of the morning sun also marked the fall of a head... the father's head. It rolled silently along the bloodstained ground as the executioner lifted it up and tossed it around those who hated the man... Unknown to them, Son was actually watching... his teeth gritted in rage, his eyes blazed with wrath at seeing the corpse of his father desecrated... From that moment on, he swore ruin upon the humans and dwarves alike... he did not have a true purpose, but those two objectives were what satisfied his unquenchable rage for the mean time.
The boy worked his way up, taking the path of the kingdom's politicians... There, he bled and sweated day and night in order to get the highest position possible to manipulate the King... until, the king, himself, died. Son was quite devastated... who would he manipulate now? It would be hard... or would it? Apparently, the one who would succeed the throne is a young girl... a queen. Son smiled that night... this would be easy; his eyes shimmering in the moonlight, excited for what was to come from a naive but interesting woman.