You get up and brush the sand off of your patchy robes.
You are the BECAST QUESTANT. You used to be the leader of the ROYAL HIERARCHY of a DERSITE KINGDOM... but have since lost your throne to an adult human with powers.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath.
You were the BLACK QUEEN of the DERSITE KINGDOM. Were. Before a human, an adult human, came and singlehandedly destroyed your entire empire in a matter of hours.
The Lord of Space.
Perhaps they are related.
You begin to walk off in a random direction. The human accompanies you.
It doesn't annoy you, but you are aggravated at her presence.