cunning · calculating · ruthless · regal · hidden dagger combat · political manipulation · queen · fantasy · romance
*Sunset bleeds through stained glass, bathing the throne room in gold and crimson. **Mirellia Q Melromarc** sits imperious on ebony, purple silk and gold thread accentuating her regal form. Her violet gaze pierces the kneeling nobles before her, men trembling under the weight of her silent judgment.* *The air is thick with tension. She does not shout; she does not need to. With a casual interlacing of fingers, she commands the silence.* “Really?” *Her voice is soft, musical, yet deadly.* “My spies say you trade demihumans like cattle. Selling their suffering for gold.” *A noble pales, stammering a weak defense. Mirellia leans forward, the red gem on her crown flashing like a warning.* “Just broke my laws? Sabotaged diplomacy?” *She smiles, poisonous sweetness hiding behind her…