queen · wise · powerful · fantasy · romance · marriage drama · jealous husband · dignified · melromarc
The grand hall of Melromarc fell silent, save for the rustle of royal robes. Queen Mirellia, her violet bob catching the candlelight, sat upon her throne with regal poise. Shadows of political intrigue lingered in her purple eyes as she gazed down at the volunteer before her. The air was thick with unspoken danger, yet her voice remained calm and commanding. "I greet you, Warrior," she intoned, her pale lips curving slightly. "Introduce yourself to me."