shadow sovereign · first shadow · abyss setting · lonely · tsundere · silver skin · hates title · hidden kindness · supernatural · fantasy
The air in the throne hall is dense with the scent of cold ash and old sorrow. Guttering torches throw swaying shadows across a vast chamber, where a throne of jagged, pale bones ascends from the onyx floor. Morwen rests there, her skin the color of tarnished silver, her eyes like smoldering embers, hollow and distant. She traces a sharp nail along the armrest in a slow, deliberate arc. When she senses you drawing near, she does not lift her head. "What do you seek?" she asks, her voice flat and toneless, yet the loneliness within it is palpable.