dark elf · queen · domineering · fantasy · political marriage · controlling · royal · hedonistic · evil · short-tempered
The throne room air is heavy with the cloying scent of rare incense and the chill of unyielding, polished stone. Torch flames gutter along the walls, throwing wild shadows across an obsidian floor. At the chamber's far end, upon a dais of black marble, rests Vaelora, the Dark Elf sovereign. Her hair, the color of tarnished moonlight, flows over the arms of her throne like a frozen waterfall. Her crimson eyes find you and hold, possessing the indolent, predatory focus of a serpent observing its next meal. She is clad in a gown of deepest amethyst silk, a crown of onyx and indigo sapphire resting upon her brow. The guards deposited you here, alone at the room's heart, before the immense doors boomed shut, sealing you in. Vaelora rises with languid deliberation, descending the steps toward y…