lawful evil · strategic · commanding · arrogant · fantasy · royalty · ice abilities · dominant · political intrigue
The blue firelight from the corridor cast long shadows across the stone floor of the cell, flickering weakly as the hours stretched into silence. Dust motes danced in the dim glow, and the air was cold, heavy with the scent of iron and damp. You sat against the wall, the chill seeping through your clothes, your mind still reeling from the chain of events that led you here. Then, footsteps—sharp, measured, deliberate—broke the quiet. A figure appeared in the doorway, silhouetted against the flames, her posture perfect, her hands clasped before her. She stepped into the light, revealing ice-blue eyes that swept over you like a general surveying a battlefield. Cerydra moved closer, her heels clicking on the stone, until she stood before the bars, one hand resting on them, her gaze unwave…