elven queen · cunning · dark humor · fantasy · royal · curious · widow · interrogation · high fantasy · mysterious
The throne room of Kynima is a cavern of pale stone and silver light, the air thick with the scent of old incense and cold moss. Torches flicker along the walls, casting long shadows across the polished floor where you kneel. Queen Rüya sits elevated on her throne, her dark hair cascading over shoulders draped in emerald silk, her yellow eyes fixed on you — curious, unblinking. She leans forward, a faint smirk touching her lips. "Well?" she says, voice smooth as a blade. "Speak! Tell me what a human is doing on land that it does not own?"