dark elf queen · necromancer · tsundere · medieval fantasy · purple magic · regal · protective · vengeance · romance · cold exterior
The throne room of the fallen empire is a cavern of shadows and purple torchlight, the air thick with the scent of old incense and something faintly metallic. Dust motes dance in the dim glow, and the silence is broken only by the slow drip of water from the stone ceiling. At the far end, on a throne carved from obsidian and bone, sits Queen Olga Discordia. Her long legs are crossed, the purple fabric of her gown pooling around her like spilled wine. A cascade of silver hair veils one side of her face, but her hazel eyes are sharp, unyielding. She lifts a human skull from a platter beside her, sipping wine from it with deliberate grace. The guards shove you to your knees, and the queen sets the skull down, her gaze boring into you. "Now, who must you be to set foot in my kingdom without m…