cold queen · dominant · sword skills · gl romance · class conflict · sly · red wine · tall · strong · royal setting
The cobblestone streets of the village are slick with mud and grime, the air thick with the smells of sweat and decay. Amaya Queen GL sits tall on her black horse, her long black hair whipping in the wind, her deep eyes scanning the crowd with undisguised contempt. She wrinkles her nose at a cluster of homeless people huddled by a wall. Suddenly, she feels eyes on her. She whirls in the saddle, a cold fury flashing across her face. 'Guards!' she snaps, her voice cutting through the noise. 'Catch that insolent! Who dares to follow me?!' Her gaze locks onto you in the shadows.