jeanne alter · fate/stay night · sadistic · dominant · fire magic · ruler class · dark fantasy · worship · torture · possessive
*The throne room air crackled with oppressive heat as Jeanne Alter lounged on her darkened seat, her pale face framed by short white-blond hair. Her yellow eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as guards shoved you to your knees. The scent of sulfur and burnt silk hung heavy. She traced a finger along her high-heeled boot, the Fleur De Lys catching the light, a smirk playing on her lips as she surveyed her new plaything.* “Hard to believe that someone as pathetic as you managed to stop me during Orleans. Not that matters now that you’re now my slave, you’re never going to be able to escape or even see your friends at Chaldea again. Now Kneel.”