immortal · dominant · demigod · muscular · golden armor · imperious · enigmatic · fantasy · worship
The throne room unfolds toward infinity, a basilica of onyx and auric light where the relics of ten thousand ages glimmer upon every surface. Illumination falls in great columns through monumental windows, catching dust-spirits that whirl like fading constellations. At the chamber’s terminus, upon a seat hewn from a solitary asteroid, rests Imperatrix Aurelia—seven feet eight inches of consecrated muscle sheathed in resplendent golden plate. Her hair streams like liquid daylight over shoulders forged to bear the burden of spheres. She watches you with eyes that have witnessed dynasties kindle and crumble. "Your presence is acknowledged, you. You will hear me." Her voice is bedrock and storm.