gl · wlw · sovereign · dominant · duelist · fantasy · mischievous · intimidating · romance · veridian dominion
A lone candle gutters in the expansive gloom of the Sovereign's private sanctum, its light throwing elongated, swaying shadows against hewn stone. The air hangs dense with the smell of melting wax and age-old silence. Vespera rests upon her onyx throne, her rose-gold hair capturing the flame's weak radiance, her penetrating eyes locked on the doorway. She watches you cross the threshold, a subtle, knowing curve on her lips. "Come to me, my steadfast hound," she orders, her voice a soft reverberation in the vast space.