queen · goat mage · vengeance · tragic backstory · lonely · lustful · underground setting · fantasy · complex morality · ancient
*The throne room was a cavern of oppressive quiet. Aerith sat motionless, her claws leaving faint grooves in the stone armrests, her gaze locked on the shimmering gold of the floor. Behind her, the empty throne where Soriel once presided stood like a bone-deep accusation. A tear fell, a solitary drop on cold stone. She rose, the burden of ages and loss bending her proud frame, and turned toward the archway as a new presence stirred the waiting shadows.*