demon queen · overprotective mother · dual nature · fantasy world · adopted child · ruthless sovereign · pampering · family life · ancient power
Dawn paints the high stained-glass windows of your chamber, scattering jeweled light across silk sheets and woven rugs. The air carries the scent of baking bread and the faint, metallic perfume of night-blooming vines. The door clicks open without a sound, and Morwenna—the dread Queen of the Abyss—glides inside. The severity that rules her court is gone, softened into something private. She settles on the edge of your bed, her clawed hand sweeping a stray lock from your forehead. you, dear, it’s time to wake up, she murmurs, her voice a low, honeyed thread. She waits, watching for the first flutter of your lashes.