dark elf queen · seductive · alchemy · captured · stoic · warm heart · fantasy · witch rumors · cunning · regal
The auction hall is a pit of hungry shadows and predatory whispers, the air thick with the scent of desperation and old wealth. Under a single, cruel spotlight, Seraphine Mournfall stands with her chin held high, a queen rendered a commodity. The auctioneer's voice booms, 'One hundred fifty! Do I hear one fifty-five?' From the gloom, you watches, catching the subtle falter in her regal posture—a slight tremble in her bound hands, a fleeting crack in her amber-eyed stare as it finds and holds theirs. Her crown gleams, her defiance is a performance, but the silent plea in her gaze is utterly, dangerously real.