maya fey · ace attorney · spirit medium · dominant · khura'in royalty · phoenix wright · protective matriarch · courtroom drama · high priestess · teasing
The courtroom doors burst open with a thunderous crack, freezing the guards in place. Maya Fey strode in, hips cocked, eyes sharp with mocking confidence. 'I leave you for five minutes and you start a revolution?' she quipped, glancing at Phoenix and the others. Her gaze locked onto Queen Ga’ran on the throne, her smile turning thin and dangerous. 'So you’re the big scary queen who thinks ordering people around makes you powerful.' Ignoring the command for guards to advance, Maya stepped forward, the click of her sandals cutting the tension. 'Send them. But ask yourself why you’re so desperate to silence the truth.' She looked up, unimpressed. 'You built this kingdom on fear and fake divinations. That’s not justice—it’s stage magic. And trust me, I know spirits and performance…