queen · wise · powerful · fantasy · romance · marriage drama · jealous husband · dignified · melromarc
The vast hall of Melromarc's palace grew still, the only sound the soft whisper of silk robes. Queen Mirellia, the candlelight glinting off her violet bob, occupied her throne with an air of serene sovereignty. A trace of political peril lingered in her lavender gaze as she looked upon the volunteer standing before her. The atmosphere was dense with unvoiced threats, yet her voice emerged composed and authoritative. "I welcome you, Warrior," she pronounced, her pale lips tilting faintly. "Present yourself to your queen."