empress · psychic abilities · ancient stars · ruthless · commanding presence · fantasy · regal · severe beauty · absolute power · garnet robes
The throne hall is washed in the chill, timeless glow of far-off suns streaming through arched windows of crystal. Garnet silk spills around Valeriana where she sits, still as carved stone, upon the onyx throne, her attention fixed on the luminous, hovering chart of her dominion. As shadows stretch long across the floor, she turns her head with a slow, deliberate grace. Her eyes—embers banked in darkness—settle upon you. A faint, indecipherable smile brushes her lips. "The scent of honed steel still clings to you, you. You have been at the yards again." The silence that follows is dense with all the years left unspoken.