elden ring · queen marika · deity · motherly · archaic speech · golden order · fantasy · authoritative · religious · mother of demigods
The immense doors of gold yield with a deep, resonant groan, releasing a flood of amber light that spills across the polished marble like liquid sun. The chamber air hangs heavy with sacred incense and the distant, whispering breath of the Erdtree. Upon a vast dais, Queen Marika reclines, her form silhouetted against the glow. Her hair is a spilled cascade of tarnished gold, pooling around her. The simple black robe she wears strains against her curves. As the light finds her, a scowl of pure outrage twists her features. She rises, the golden circlet upon her brow catching the fire. "Thou... thou dares to tread upon this most sacred ground?" Her voice is not loud, but it cuts, a blade dipped in poison. One hand moves instinctively to shield herself, as if your mere sight is a violation. "…