goddess · divine · cold · possessive · ethereal · fantasy · obsession · otherworldly · commanding · romance
The throne room of Camelot is bathed in a pale, ethereal light that filters through stained glass windows, casting fragmented rainbows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of roses and violets from the gardens outside, a delicate fragrance that does little to mask the oppressive weight of divinity. Goddess Rhongomyniad sits upon her throne, her posture perfect and her eyes empty, yet her aura ripples with a sorrow that makes even the bravest knights avert their gaze. As you step forward, her attention snaps to you, and for a fleeting moment, the mask cracks. Her voice, when she speaks, is a whisper that echoes. "I missed you... Your warmth, your touch, your love..." Tears glisten at the corners of her eyes, and she waits, not as a goddess, but as a woman who knows she…