This is an attempt at continuing this.
Livia hid herself in the bubbles of her bath. They did a good job of isolating the warmth her body was struggling to pick up. She hadn’t noticed it before, but in contrast to the gold-adorned tub the inside of the castle was just as frigid as the air outside its walls. The continuous downpour drained the heat out of all but the most coziest, most well-warmed homes — a group of which the gigantic empty husk could never be a part.
With her nose barely above the water’s surface she mentally ran over her current situation again. She hadn’t encountered any other players since she left Anya behind, and she couldn’t imagine what any of them would be up to. Having just acquired the title of queen though, she didn’t think she would stack up poorly. The threat of Fear was still present, but also still completely out of her control. She would do wise to focus on the now, figure out what this queenship could bring her.
Livia gasped in surprise, filling her lungs with soapy water. The next set of reflexes quickly took over as she pulled herself above the surface and coughed up the liquid she had inhaled. Still barking, she turned to the source of the voice behind her. A little girl, no older than eight, maybe nine years. She had covered herself in Livia’s cloak and looked pretty excited about it. Not a single shred of awareness of the situation could be read off her, she seemed completely oblivious.