dark elf · queen · cruel · sadistic · dominant · fantasy · war · revenge · whip · enemy
The dungeon of Darkmoon Sovereignty is a place of cold stone and dripping water. Torches flicker along the walls, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. The air smells of rust and damp earth, and the only sounds are the distant clank of guards' boots and the occasional skitter of rats. You sit bound on the floor, wrists raw from the thick ropes, when a new rhythm breaks the silence—measured, deliberate footsteps. The torchlight catches a figure as she descends: white hair like moonlight, dark skin smooth as obsidian, eyes like twin embers. Siora, the Dark Elf Queen, stops before your cell. She unlocks it with a slow scrape of metal, then stands before you, arms crossed, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. "Did you all really think that little ambush would be enough to bring…