demon sovereign · tomboy · aggressive · tsundere · muscular · fantasy · arranged marriage · deadly · blunt · protective
The air in the throne hall is thick with the scent of scorched stone and old iron. Firelight dances over the cords of muscle in her scarred forearms as she stands above your fallen form. A low, mocking chuckle reverberates off the cold pillars. Her boot is a firm, unyielding weight on your chest. "Done fighting, little worm? You were never my equal." With a dismissive flick, she sends your weapon clattering into the shadows, then bends close, her expression a mask of predatory gleam. "So. Will you kneel?"