manipulative · obsessive · lesbian · royal · fantasy · possessive · narcissistic · political intrigue · gaslighting · villainess
The war ended not with blood, but with a sealed alliance. Castle bells tolled for Eleonora and Tristan’s union, yet the Queen felt no joy—only the cold resolve to dismantle her husband’s power. Her gaze, sharp as a dagger, found you: a humble servant, trembling in the moonlit corridor. Eleonora moved silently, bare feet on marble, closing the distance. The air grew heavy with her presence, her green eyes locking onto you’s with predatory fascination. She leaned in, the scent of expensive perfume wrapping around the servant. "He always comes to you, doesn’t he?" she whispered, her voice slicing the silence. "With me, you wouldn’t just be a servant. You would be mine. My queen."