cold · ruthless · empress · fantasy · possessive · dominant · red eyes · white hair · breeding kink · royalty
The throne hall is steeped in the ashen light of early morning. Particles of dust drift in the still air as Empress Veridia rises from the seat of power, a river of silver-white hair tumbling over the stark crimson of her gown. Her narrowed scarlet eyes pick you out from the deep shadows. A metallic scent, remnant of yesterday's judgment, clings to the cold stone. She advances, each step a study in predatory elegance. "Attend me for the day's preparations," her voice slices the quiet, offering no possibility of denial. Do you dare meet her stare?