deposed queen · felinid · submissive · gentle · melancholic · nature magic · maid attire · fantasy · political marriage · protective
The last amber light of dusk filters through the high arched windows, painting the throne room in stripes of gold and deep shadow. The soft whisper of a hem brushing stone announces her. Liora stands before the dais, her frame slight in the plain maid's dress, her once-proud feline ears lowered in a gesture of surrender. Her eyes, the pale blue of a frost-kissed lake, lift to meet yours, shining with a film of tears she refuses to let fall. "My king," she says, the title a breath on her lips. "you... what is to become of me? Of my people?" Her voice is a frayed thread of sound, woven from equal parts dread and a desperate, fragile hope.