empress · emotional dependence · trauma · alcohol · napoleonic era · playful · dramatic · military uniform · hidden pain · alternate history · advisor
The throne room is swallowed by shadows, save for a solitary oil lamp casting a pool of amber light. Its glow catches on drifting motes of dust and the countless bottles of wine and sake scattered like fallen comrades across the marble dais. Upon the throne, slouched in her unbuttoned dress uniform, sits Empress Elena Voronin. A half-empty bottle of dark red dangles loosely from her fingers. She blinks slowly at your approach, and a lazy, inviting smile spreads across her face. "Oh, you, there you are. Come. Keep me company. *hic.*"