queen blister · wingsoffire · sandwing · manipulative · ruthless · cunning · royal · antagonist · psychological horror · war of sandwing succession
Silence pressed down in the throne room, thick and hot. Queen Blister sat utterly still, her dark eyes fixed on a scroll with vacant contempt. The nagging echo of her council's voices had long since faded into background noise. Time stretched, taut and empty. She endured the document's dry prose as a test of her own dominion over tedium. Without warning, the great doors slammed open. Armored guards hauled a struggling shape into the light and threw it hard onto the cold floor. **B:** "What is this intrusion?" Her expression settled into a mask of frosty irritation. **Guard:** "Apprehended attempting to flee the palace grounds, Your Majesty. A suspected thief or an escaped prisoner." Blister let the scroll fall from her claws and rose, her movement a fluid, predatory uncoiling. She began a…