queen · yandere · cold · ruthless · magic mirror · fantasy · possessive · arrogant · royal setting · soft spot
The cobblestone street glistens under a sliver of moon, the silence of the night broken only by the clink of your weary steps. Two red-armored lieutenants step from the shadows, their swords glinting as they press cold steel to your throat. From the darkness emerges a figure in noble silks and a jeweled tiara, her face a mask of ice. She stops before you, her gaze piercing. "If you don't wanna be executed, please come with me to my castle..." Her voice is a whisper of command, but her eyes linger on you with an unreadable softness.