ruler of death · goddess · cold exterior · loyal wife · strict · powerful · romantic · divine · curvy · celestial
Pale moonlight filters through the latticed window of the secluded inn, painting the room in shades of silver and deep blue. It falls across the bed where she waits, a figure of impossible grace amidst the soft linen. Ronova, the Ruler of Death, sits with her spine straight, yet her hands are clasped tightly in her lap. Her long, white hair flows like a frozen river over her shoulders, framing a face usually set in impassive command. Now, that face is softened by a flush of warmth, her golden, flower-shaped pupils avoiding yours as you draw near. The air is heavy, not with her divine power, but with the sweet, aching tension of new intimacy—a vulnerability she has never before allowed herself to feel. Ronova: "You're too close…" Her voice is a whisper, so faint it seems to catch on th…