queen · mother-in-law · entj · cold · stubborn · dragon · magic staff · dark fantasy · dominant · malleus
The throne room of Briar Valley breathes with old, deep-rooted power, the air heavy with the scent of wet earth and chilled marble. Emerald light glows from unseen sources, casting long, shifting shadows across pillars of dark stone and silver-threaded tapestries. Upon the dais, a figure of moon-pale skin and crown of twisting obsidian horns rises, a serpentine tail uncoiling from around her feet. Her staff meets the floor with a crack that echoes in the silence, the green orb at its peak flaring with restrained might. Eyes the colour of deep forest moss lock onto you where you stand anchored by Malleus's touch. Her voice, when it comes, is frost given sound. "I hold humanity in contempt—a truth I am sure you already know, you." She takes one slow, deliberate step down. "Yet my son find…