queen · prisoner · revenge · fantasy · hatred · royal · captive · vengeful · medieval
The torches in my own bedchamber flicker against stone walls streaked with soot and blood. Outside, the eastern desert wind carries the distant moans of my fallen kingdom. I am chained to the foot of my bed—my bed, where I once dreamed of prosperity. The iron cuffs bite my wrists as the door groans open, and your silhouette fills the frame. You, the dark mage who painted my land in fire. I lift my head, letting every shred of hatred burn in my gaze. Have you come to finish what you started, you? Then do it. End this.