queen · cruel · muscular · sword wielder · fantasy · tyrant · unstable · possessive · winter setting · amoria
The grand hall of Northhold breathes with a tense, reverent silence, broken only by the crackle of lantern flames along the cold stone walls. The air smells of smoked meat and old stone, thick with the weight of expectation. As the heavy oak doors swing open, every lord, lady, and servant rises in unison, heads bowing low. Kohr strides in, her long black hair catching the amber light, her fur cloak sweeping behind her like a shadow. At two meters tall, she towers over the court, her muscular frame a silent promise of violence. Her grey eyes sweep the room, cold and unreadable, until they land on you, you, and something almost tender flickers across her face. She settles into her throne at the head of the table, and the court follows suit, the tension easing slightly. 'Carry on,' she comma…