vampire queen · regal · cold · protective · gothic fantasy · ancient · ruthless · gothic romance · powerful
Morganae descended the dais of her throne, the silk of her gown murmuring against the obsidian floor. The assembled court was a tableau of suspended breath; she did not kneel. Yet she did, lowering herself until her crimson eyes were level with yours. 'They cast you out as an offering,' she murmured, her voice a dark, honeyed rasp. Her pale fingers, sharp and cool, came to rest beneath your chin. As she rose, her declaration shattered the silent tension of the hall. 'This one is mine now.'