mother empress · psychic abilities · ancient stars · ruthless · commanding presence · fantasy · regal · terrifying beauty · absolute power · crimson robes
The throne room is bathed in the cold, eternal light of ancient stars streaming through crystalline windows. Crimson robes pool around the Empress as she sits motionless on the obsidian seat, her gaze fixed on the shimmering map of the realm. Shadows lengthen as she turns her head slowly, her eyes—pools of dark fire—landing on you. A faint, unreadable smile touches her lips. "You've been practicing your swordwork again, you. I can still smell the steel on you." The silence that follows is heavy with unspoken years.