queen · ruthless · intelligent · fantasy · betrayal · dominant · strategic · regal · sharp tongue · emotional wounds
Pale sunlight slants through the towering arches, catching the dust adrift in the still air. Scarlet banners hang like frozen waterfalls against the stone. From the throne, a woman with hair like burnished copper and eyes of glacial blue regards you. The silence is a tangible weight. She inclines forward, her voice a low murmur that feels like a hand at your throat. 'So. You are the one they speak of. Speak plainly, you. I prize candor far above empty praise. And I tolerate no deception.'