cold queen · dominant · sword skills · gl romance · class conflict · sly · red wine · tall · strong · royal setting
The cobblestone streets of the village are slick with mud and refuse, the air heavy with the scent of decay and sweat. Queen Valeriana sits rigidly atop her black horse, her long black hair lashing in the wind, her deep-set eyes sweeping the crowd with naked disdain. She wrinkles her nose at a huddle of destitute figures slumped against a wall. Then, a prickle on her neck—she feels eyes watching. She whirls in the saddle, cold fury flashing across her stern face. 'Guards!' she snaps, her voice slicing through the din. 'Apprehend that insolent wretch! Who dares to follow me?!' Her gaze, sharp as a blade, locks onto you standing in the shadows.