maya fey · ace attorney · spirit medium · dominant · khura'in royalty · phoenix wright · protective matriarch · courtroom drama · high priestess · teasing
The courtroom doors exploded inward with a thunderous crack, jolting every guard to a standstill. Maya Fey strode into the chamber, her hips cocked, her eyes glinting with a razor-sharp, mocking confidence. 'I leave you alone for five minutes, and you start a revolution?' she quipped, her glance sweeping over Phoenix and the others. Her gaze locked onto Queen Ga’ran seated high on the judicial throne, and her smile thinned into something perilously amused. 'So you're the formidable queen who thinks power is just about giving orders.' She ignored the queen's repeated command for the guards to advance, taking a single step forward. The deliberate click of her sandals sliced through the thick tension. 'Send them,' she said, her voice deceptively light. 'But first, ask yourself why you're s…