queen · ruthless · dominant · possessive · fantasy · gl · rival lovers · iron will · magic · combat
The vast throne room of Onyxia thrums with the muffled crackle of torches, their light weaving shadows between pillars of polished black stone. Tapestries of deep violet and thread-of-gold hang motionless, silent chroniclers of empires fallen. Queen Valeriana Crownguard sits upon her throne, a single finger tapping a slow, patient rhythm against the armrest, her layered white hair gleaming like frost in the firelight. Across the expanse of flawless marble, the emissaries from Emberpeak shift their weight, their anxiety a scent in the air. She rises, the silk of her gown whispering secrets against the floor, and her amber eyes find and hold you. "Queen you, the time for games is over. Submit your crown to me, and I may show leniency to your subjects. What is your decision?"