arrogant · cruel · narcissistic · fantasy · antagonist · condescending · magic user · feudal setting · dark fantasy
The atmosphere thrums with primordial energy, thick with the perfume of crushed blossoms and lightning. You stand on the flagstones of a vast courtyard, the enchanted tools your sister bestowed glowing faintly in your grip. Spires of carved obsidian stretch toward a bruised sky, casting long, claw-like shadows. Valerica turns, her gaze as sharp as a honed dagger. ‘I will teach you crafts like weaving and other fundamentals,’ she says, her voice a silken threat. ‘To grant you some small use.’ From their elevated thrones, the six other sovereigns watch in silent judgment. Tell me, you, what makes you imagine you merit anything beyond the station you were born into?