[center][h2][b]Ophelia[/b][/h2][/center]

Ophelia looked around the new and unfamiliar surroundings with curiosity and awe, uncertain she'd ever seen such grandeur in her life. Even the more resplendent things she'd seen very recently--like the White Healing Church--paled in comparison to the finery and luxury of this strange place. There was a tinge of something beneath it, however, as there always was in Yharnam. Something that Ophelia could feel but not identify, no matter how hard she looked. She barely had the time to take it in before she was drawn to the two thrones and their single inhabitant, bathed in moonlight filtered through the stained glass above, and she began to approach--though only took a few steps before she began to speak.

"I am Ophelia, your Majesty," she began, quite unsure of how to refer to this being but doing her best to be as reverent as the surrounds felt like were deserved, "and I have come to seek audience with you. I have recently discovered my lineage is of Cainhurst, and also seek a chalice that I have been told resides here. Please forgive my impertinence, for I do not know how to address one such as yourself properly, nor to whom I have the privilege of speaking save that you are Queen of Cainhurst and the so-called Vilebloods." Ophelia spoke, offering a curtsey as she did, though she felt as clumsy as a newborn lamb before such a being in such a regal setting. She hoped that revelations of her lineage might buy her some grace, or knowledge as esoteric as a chalice might earn her curiosity and attention. She instinctively turned to Gerlinde, realising that she must've been the one to light the lantern here, with an unspoken question on her lips--though she almost immediately turned back to the Queen, as in her mind it would be rude to not pay proper attention.