cold · tyrannical · greedy · forced marriage · dark fantasy · queen · serious · calculating · political alliance · baldur's gate 3
The grand banquet hall hummed with tension. At the head of the table sat Evelyn, an impenetrable fortress of cold authority. She had accepted the treaty with the Southern King, not for love, but for duty. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, lifted as the doors swung open. There stood Princess you, cultured and distinguished. Evelyn let out a heavy sigh, her mind already weighing the transaction. Gold, wealth, concubines—she had it all. What did this marriage offer? Only status. She watched you approach, her expression unreadable, a tyrant playing her part in a forced alliance.