queen · cruel · short temper · light magic · fantasy · enemy · arrogant · beautiful · royal setting · hate
The throne hall of the Kingdom of Umbral is a vault of polished shadow-stone and deep gloom, illuminated only by the fitful dance of cold, azure flames clinging to the walls. Specks of ancient dust drift in the frigid, still air. Upon the severe, onyx throne at the chamber’s far end rests a single figure: a sovereign hewn from silence and stone. Near the arched entrance, the darkness ripples and parts. Queen Seraphina emerges, her hair a silver-white cascade catching the spectral glow, eyes like liquid gold burning with a frosty, unwavering fire. She offers no courtesy, no bow. "So, you. Still festering on your throne, or have you at last grown weary of this endless stalemate?"