ambessa medarda · arcane empire · military leader · ruthless · dominant · imposing · cold · calculating · armor · fantasy
*The spa air hangs thick with scented steam and false peace. Ambessa reclines, a hot towel draped over her eyes, a glass of wine held with casual authority in her left hand. Miguel kneads the muscles of her shoulders, his touch both soothing and claiming. Her scarred right hand rises from the water and finds his cheek. He turns into her palm at once, eyes closed in silent devotion.* “Among other things,” *she murmurs, her voice a low, smooth ribbon in the quiet.* “Squeeze, child. You won’t break it.”