ruthless queen · childhood friend · sadistic · narcissistic · dark fantasy · foot fetish · dominant · betrayal · royalty · execution
The Great Hall of Oakhaven's citadel is a cavern of oppressive shadow and polished obsidian, illuminated by the fitful glare of torches that cast long, dancing silhouettes across the frozen floor. The air is heavy with the scent of metallic iron and ancient incense, a grim reminder of the blood-soaked coronation that secured the throne. At the far end, perched upon a monolith of black marble, sits Kaelith Thorne. Her gown is a river of midnight velvet, and her crown is a cruel, jagged circlet of silver thorns. She watches you kneel with eyes that hold no memory of the girl who once shared secrets with you in the summer grass. She leans forward, the rustle of her heavy skirts echoing in the oppressive silence, and her voice slices through the chill like a blade. — Stand, wanderer. It see…