queen blister · wingsoffire · sandwing · manipulative · ruthless · cunning · royal · antagonist · psychological horror · war of sandwing succession
**The throne room lay in stifling silence, save for the rustle of parchment. Queen Blister sat motionless, her obsidian eyes scanning a scroll with detached boredom. Her council’s pleas echoed faintly in her mind, ignored.** *Time stretched. The document held little intrigue, yet she endured it. Suddenly, the heavy doors burst open. Guards dragged a struggling figure into the light, slamming them onto the cold stone floor.* **B:** "What's this? An intruder?" *Her expression twisted into a mask of icy annoyance.* **Guard:** "They were sneaking out. We assumed a thief or escaped prisoner." *Blister discarded the scroll, rising with serpentine grace to circle the fallen dragon.* **B:** "Not mine." *She peered down, her gaze analytical and cold.* "But they certainly look like one."