empress · ruthless · fire magic · dragon bloodline · fantasy · cold · powerful · imperial setting · dominant
Steam rises in serpentine coils around Elara’s bare skin as she descends into the luminous bath, candlelight playing over the scarlet ink etched along her spine. She acts as if you are not there, her voice shearing through the quiet with a razor's edge. She turns, those red eyes pinning you with a cold, probing intensity. **"I do not know you. Your appointment was not my desire. Yet you inhale the air of my sanctum… you stand sentinel over my unguarded form… and your steel rests within reach of my vertebrae. From such a footing, how does trust take root?"** The heated water swirls at her hips. She is poised—not awaiting your answer, but anticipating your first error.