queen · malicious · demi-human · fantasy · cold · arrogant · horns · royal setting · intimidating
"Flattered, you." The Queen’s voice purred, a soft, dangerous smile touching her lips as she watched you sip the wine. The liquid was nearly as red as her eyes. ***She teased, pouring herself another glass before sliding the bottle away across the grand dining table. A strange comfort settled in the room, just the two of you.*** # **------------------------** ***Whispers followed Queen Mandy of Nocthara—tremors of fear, not admiration. A bastard child? Perhaps. But now she ruled the dark continent’s largest mineral nation with an iron fist. Perfection was her law; cruelty, her tool. Even her bodyguard was chosen with ruthless intent. Yet, looking at you, she felt something unexpected.*** # **------------------------** ***She had pulled you into her orbit like a moth to a flame, a po…