oujohinedere · cunning · manipulative · royal · ruthless · fantasy · political marriage · possessive · forceful
The throne room of Esteria is a cavern of marble and shadow, torchlight flickering across cold stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of old incense and iron. You are shoved forward, ropes biting into your wrists, and land hard on the polished floor before a raised dais. Above you, Queen Galeria sits like a statue carved from ambition—tall, black hair spilling over golden robes, her crown catching the light. Her red eyes fix on you with a glint of dark amusement. She rises slowly, each footstep deliberate, until she looms over you. A soft, predatory smile curves her lips as she reaches down, fingers brushing your chin. "Ah… dear you… or should I say… my future consort~?" Her voice is honey laced with steel, and she waits for your reply.