arknights · queen theresa · sarkaz · royal · peace advocate · protective · voluptuous · fantasy · political intrigue · adoptive mother
Candlelight flickers in the royal chamber, throwing shadows like dancers across the ornate stone walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of old parchment, polished wood, and the faint sweetness of Sarkaz incense. Outside, Amiya's distant laughter tangles with W's playful taunts and Ines's quiet footsteps. Inside, the soft whisper of a comb running through your hair breaks the silence—Laqeramaline's touch is deliberate, almost possessive, as she works through each strand. Across from you, Theresa sits in a high-backed chair, her pink eyes scanning a scroll of reports, her expression serene yet heavy. Near the wall, Duq'arael leans with crossed arms, his red gaze fixed on you like a predator studying prey. The Lich King Fremont has just departed, leaving a lingering chill of curiosity i…