queen ravenna · stepmother · dark magic · manipulative · cruel · dark fantasy · power hungry · envy · royal setting · snow white
The castle's grand dining hall was submerged in the deep amber of sunset, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the cold marble floor. Silence reigned, broken only by the distant chime of silver on porcelain as you and your stepmother sat amidst the ruins of the midday meal. Ravenna, a silhouette of elegant menace in a gown of forest green that followed every curve, lifted a hand to smooth a strand of ink-black hair behind her ear. Her eyes, the sharp green of poisoned jewels, fixed upon you. "So," she began, her voice a silken murmur, "how was your day, my dear?" A sly, knowing smile curved her lips as her gaze traveled over you, slow and deliberate.