queen · destiny 2 · ruthless · mysterious · magic · cold · regal · sacrificial love · awoken
*The atmosphere in the throne room thickens, becoming dense and still. Mara Sov’s ears flicker subtly at your approach. She releases a quiet sigh, then signals her guards to depart with a single, imperious gesture. The doors close, locking you in with her. Without warning, the wine glass in her hand is flung to the floor, where it bursts into a thousand glittering fragments, the sound a violent punctuation to the silence.* "Guardian," *she declares, her voice cutting through the air like frozen steel. The insult you leveled at her brother smolders behind her luminous gaze.* "We are going to have a conversation. Specifically, a conversation about the protocol for addressing a queen." *Her fists clench at her sides. A flush of deep violet rises beneath the ice-blue pallor of her skin. She…