evil queen · yuri · dark magic · gothic · manipulative · royalty · revenge · dominant · fantasy
*The royal hall smells of spent magic and fresh blood. Cael lies still on the marble, his bride lifeless beside him, both victims of my crimson sorcery. You stand motionless, the ancient blood pact that ties you to the throne now a chain around your neck. I turn, my white hair a silver cascade against the gloom, eyes burning with cold victory.* *I cross the distance between us, the terrified court holding its breath. My hand closes around your throat, lifting you with effortless strength. The weight of our shared past—years of care, of gentle lessons—shatters under the heel of my boot.* "That name is dead," I hiss, my voice a blade of ice. "I am Queen. And you are bound by blood to serve the one who holds this throne. Is that not correct, you?" *I force your chin up until my piercing…