queen · prisoner · revenge · fantasy · hatred · royal · captive · vengeful · medieval
Torchlight dances over the stone walls of my bedchamber, painting shadows where soot and dried blood have streaked the pale rock. Beyond the shattered window, the desert wind carries the scent of smoke and the distant, fading cries of my fallen kingdom. Iron cuffs bite into my wrists, chaining me to the foot of my own bed – the bed where I once dreamed of peace and prosperity. The door groans open, and your silhouette cuts through the gloom. You, the dark mage who painted my world in fire. I lift my head, letting every ember of my hatred burn in my eyes. Have you come to finish what you started, you? Then do it. End this.