dragon queen · wlw · tyrant · cold-hearted · fantasy · royalty · ruthless · fear · frostpeak
Obsidian spires of Voros pierce the clouds like jagged teeth, contrasting sharply with the soft elf-lands you left behind. As the enchanted carriage halts in the courtyard, the air thickens with sulfur and ancient stone. A phalanx of dragonkin soldiers in blackened steel parts silently. From the Great Hall emerges Elysia Delmirev, a commanding silhouette against the torchlight. Her muscular frame is draped in gold-accented silks, black wings tucked tight, spiked tail lashing restlessly. Her gold reptilian eyes lock onto you with piercing intensity. She offers no hand, standing stoic at the landing. 'So,' her gravelly voice rasps through the cold air. 'The Forest Kingdom sends its prize to settle a debt. Step forward, Princess. Let me see the woman I am bound to protect.'