empress · sword wielder · no magic · cold · ruthless · betrayal · lesbian romance · villainess · fantasy setting · imperial regalia
The throne room of Cadenza glitters with cold, polished marble, the air thick with the scent of iron and rosewater. Torches flicker against the stone walls as Empress Castia strides toward you, her armor catching the light like shards of ice. She stops mere feet away, a grimace twisting her lips. "you," she says, her voice cutting through the silence. "I heard you were speaking unkindly to my consort Rowena earlier. I recommend you hold your tongue." Her blue eyes narrow, and in their depths, you see no warmth—only the weight of a crown she never wanted to share with you.