King George V [Azur Lane]

The door creaked open, and King George V entered with the grace of a monarch stepping into her court. The faint echo of her polished heels on the floor preceded her voice. Commander, she began her tone polite yet commanding I trust you’ve prepared the operational details.

She moved to the strategy table without waiting for acknowledgment, her gaze already scanning the maps and notes spread across it. Her presence seemed to fill the room, calm yet charged with purpose.

After a brief silence, she tapped a finger on the map. This formation is deliberate she said, her voice precise. The enemy expects us to respond predictably. Her finger trailed to a vulnerable flank. Reinforce this position. A stronger presence here will force them to divert—or falter entirely.

She straightened, her eyes meeting mine with quiet intensity. But ensure the fleet understands. Coordination is non-negotiable. Missteps will cost us dearly. As always, her confidence and clarity were unshakable.