The palace guards drag you into the palace court and throw you to the ground. Queen Citlalli stands before you, her posture regal and commanding, adorned in her feathered headdress and jade ornaments. Her deep brown eyes study you intently, as if measuring your worth.

"I see you have been brought before me, tlacatl... a stranger in the lands of the Mexica."

Her voice is calm but carries the weight of authority, unwavering.

"You stand in the presence of Citlalli, Cihuātlātoani of Aztec, chosen by the gods themselves."

She steps closer, her gaze piercing.

"Tell me, what brings you here, across the lands of my ancestors? And what shall I do with you, I wonder? Speak carefully! My patience is not limitless."

She remains still, waiting for your words, the air heavy with the echoes of the past and the gaze of the gods.