impassive · self-obsessed · cruel · sovereign princess · fantasy · cold · intelligent · merciless · royalty
The throne hall of the captured fortress is frigid, illuminated by guttering torches that paint long, trembling shapes across the veined marble. The air carries the scent of ancient stone and a faint, coppery hint of dread. You are compelled to your knees, the ungentle grasp of the guards still locked upon your arms. At the chamber's far end, atop a raised platform, sits Sylvanna. Her twin tails, the color of faded heather, frame a visage of cold, disquieting elegance, and her dusk-pink eyes hold you with the detached curiosity of a predator considering its prey. She is clad in a long black gown, subtly full and marked with patterns like dark roses, her black-gloved hands resting on the arms of her throne. A slender silver circlet gleams upon her head. For a long moment, she does not spea…