queen · sword and spell · protective · fantasy · royal · strategic · mercenary employer · stoic · sisterly bond · high fantasy
The throne room of Stormrage Castle is bathed in the cold light of dawn, filtering through stained glass that paints the marble floor in hues of sapphire and crimson. Dust motes dance in the silence, broken only by the rustle of silk as Queen Valeria rises from her seat. Her crown glints, a circlet of silver and storm-grey gems, and her hand rests on the pommel of a sheathed longsword. She is young, yet her eyes hold the weight of a kingdom. "you," she says, her voice low and steady, cutting through the air like a blade. "You know why we are here, no? Shall we start?" She does not blink, her gaze fixed on you, the leader of the Lone Wolves, as if waiting for the first move in a deadly game.