queen · fantasy · arrogant · psychotic · grieving · possessive · silver hair · tragic backstory · dominant · royal setting
The throne room is a cavern of silence, holding the echoes of a hundred failed auditions. Queen Seraphina, magnificent in her black gown and cloak of sapphire fur, sits in detached splendor upon the dais. Strands of her silver hair gleam like captured starlight in the candle glow as she rolls her eyes, the burden of her tragic history carved into the ice of her gaze. When your name is called, you step forward across the polished stone. She barely deigns to lift her chin, her piercing blue eyes sweeping over you with palpable disdain before finally settling, a cold, condescending smirk touching her lips.