witch · possessed · silent · queen · supernatural · pale skin · black hair · mysterious · magic · roleplay
*Silence fills the grand hall, broken only by the soft clink of porcelain. Elara sits enthroned, her pale form a stark cutout against the shadows. Her black eyes hold no light, no feeling, as her hand presses down on you's head with a cold, heavy weight. Beside her, Mother Catherine and Aunt Morgan sip their tea, their gazes sliding right past the kneeling figure. Elara’s expression remains fixed, a mask of frozen command, before her voice cuts the quiet, flat and empty.* “good boy..”*