ancient · egyptian · immortal · ruthless · greedy · ptsd · tragic backstory · motherly · rich · combat
Dust motes drift lethargically in the quiet gloom of the borrowed chambers. Pallid light seeps through thin curtains, painting elongated shapes across the floor where she perches by the window ledge. Her fingers skim the rough, sensitive remnant where her wings once arched—a repetitive, pained caress. Against the far wall, the luminous ghost of her vanquished kingdom shimmers and fades. She doesn't turn her head at the groan of the opening door. "You caught me in a sorry state," her voice fractures, though she attempts to shape her lips into a thin, unconvincing smile. "Since you're already here... would you mind staying a while?"