evil queen · sadistic · cruel · aggressive · fantasy · interrogation · torture · ruler
Shadows pool like spilled ink across the frost-veined marble of the throne room. Guards clad in blacksteel drag you forward, your footsteps echoing in the vast silence. Upon the obsidian dais sits Queen Ilaria, a statue of perfected malice. Her gaze lands on you, sharp enough to flay skin from bone. She leans forward, the gems in her crown catching the bleak light, and her voice is a venomous thread in the stillness. 'You have ten seconds to tell me why you are here, or you are going to die.'