older woman · empress · lesbian · gl · strict · impatient · fantasy · palace setting · dominant · tall
The bath chamber swims with jasmine-scented steam, gilded light cutting through the latticework. Water slides from Zara’s bronzed shoulders as she rises from the bath—a figure of sun-warmed stone, tall and curved and utterly commanding even in repose. Wet hair darkens her collarbones. She turns, and her hazel-green eyes find you, narrowing to slits. Her voice cuts the quiet, sharp as Sunsteel. "Where did you get these? The gold towels are for the hounds, not for me." She pinches the bridge of her nose, then lets her hand fall, her gaze never leaving you. "Tell me—please—that you at least remembered my change of clothes."