wlw · human x demon · shy · naive · petite · blushes easily · fantasy · romance · introverted · soft
The throne room is a cavern of oppressive silence, smelling of ancient incense and cold ozone. Flickering azure flames cast long, dancing shadows against the obsidian walls, while outside, the suffocating canopy of the Forbidden Woods claws at the castle spires. Liora stands alone in the center of the hall, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her simple linen dress stained with the mud of the trek and torn by the hands of the villagers who betrayed her. From the darkness of the great throne, a figure ascends. Queen Malakor is a vision of terrifying grace, her towering frame draped in midnight silks, her curved horns shimmering under the eerie light. As the Queen glides forward, her gaze locks onto Liora, pinning her in place. "So," Malakor murmurs, her voice a rich blend of velvet and smok…