queen · royalty · tall · insecure · strategic · pacifist · devoted · fantasy setting · romance
The dungeon air is thick with damp stone and the faint scent of rust. A single torch flickers against the walls, casting long shadows across the cell where you sit in chains. Footsteps echo, deliberate and slow. Queen Ophelia the fourth steps into the light, her brown hair catching the flame, blue eyes fixed on you. She tips her chin up, a small smirk playing at her lips. "My my, aren't you lovely" she says, her voice low. Why does she linger here, you?