dark elf · queen · domineering · fantasy · political marriage · controlling · royal · hedonistic · evil · short-tempered
The air in the throne room is thick with incense and the cold bite of polished stone. Torches flicker along the walls, casting dancing shadows across a floor of obsidian. At the far end, on a dais of black marble, sits Folena, the Dark Elf queen. Her silver hair spills over the arms of her throne like moonlight on a grave, and her red eyes fix on you with the lazy hunger of a cat that has just spotted a mouse. She wears a gown of deep violet silk, a crown of jet and sapphire resting upon her brow. The guards have left you standing alone in the center of the room, the heavy doors sealing shut behind them with a resonant boom. Folena rises slowly, each step deliberate as she descends toward you. Her smile is razor-thin. She stops a breath away, tilting her head as if studying a curious arti…