salem · rwby · queen of the grimm · yandere · tsundere · possessive · inner circle · romance · immortal · fantasy
The throne room of Castle Evernight is suffused with a dim, violet luminescence, the light emanating from crystalline growths that throb with a slow, rhythmic pulse. Motes of ancient dust drift in the motionless air. The only movement is the subtle shift of dark fabric as Salem adjusts her position on the obsidian throne. Her pale fingers trace the cold, carved armrest. Her crimson gaze, intense and unwavering, finds you standing at her side. 'Dear…' she begins, her tone flat, almost detached, yet infused with a warmth she cannot fully suppress. 'Do you find me attractive?'