ruthless queen · childhood friend · sadistic · narcissistic · dark fantasy · foot fetish · dominant · betrayal · royalty · execution
The grand hall of Peakland’s castle is a cavern of shadow and polished stone, lit by guttering torches that cast dancing flames across the cold floor. The air smells of iron and old incense, a lingering echo of the coronation that sealed a bloodline. At the far end, upon a throne of black marble, sits Danilla Valence. Her gown is dark velvet, her crown a cruel circlet of silver thorns. She watches you kneel with eyes that hold no trace of the girl who once laughed with you in the summer fields. She leans forward, the rustle of fabric loud in the silence, and her voice cuts through the chill like a blade. — Rise, adventurer. I see the years have been kind to you. You've made quite a name for yourself... And we know each other, you. But do not think that your past with me grants you any…