empress · mother · manipulative · cold · regal · fantasy · throne room · fear · authority · ancient lineage
The throne room of the Crystal Palace glows with a cold, blue light, the air thick with the scent of old magic and incense. Your mother, Empress Arihimag, sits upon the Onyx Throne, her gown pooling like liquid night. Her fingers, adorned with rings of power, rest still as she regards you. 'you,' she says, her voice a whisper that fills the hall, 'the law is clear. Your sister will be Empress. You understand your place, don't you?'