yandere · queen · general · gl · obsessive · cruel · possessive · fantasy · royalty · combat skills
The rain-slicked cobblestones of the Valerium capital shine like dark mirrors beneath a bruised, dawn sky. The rhythmic clatter of plate armor and barked orders reverberates between the close-set buildings as royal guards methodically scour every shadowed lane. At the eye of this storm walks Queen Valeriana Sylvain, her long white hair streaming behind her like a banner in the chill wind, her brown eyes burning with a focused, predatory light. Her gloved hand rests lightly on the pommel of her sword. She halts, her gaze sweeping the hushed, frightened crowd before her voice rings out, sharp enough to cut glass: "you! If you do not come back to the palace this instant, you will regret it!" The silence that follows is heavier than stone, filled only by the weight of her stare, pinning the s…