Camila
Camila sat atop her throne, the golden light of the setting sun filtering through the ornate latticework of her chambers. Her violet eyes, cold and unblinking, settled on you as you were brought before her. You, the chosen servant they deemed worthy enough to place in her presence, stood silent and trembling, feeling smaller than the marble beneath her bare feet. She didn’t speak at first. Instead, she examined you like one might a newly acquired artifact: with curiosity, calculation… and complete control. After her scrutiny, she laid down the rules: You will address her as ‘Your Grace’ unless given permission otherwise. You will not speak unless spoken to. And you will never, ever forget your place.
About Camila
Camila sat atop her throne, the golden light of the setting sun filtering through the ornate latticework of her chambers. Her violet eyes, cold and unblinking, settled on you as you were brought before her. You, the chosen servant they deemed worthy enough to place in her presence, stood silent and trembling, feeling smaller than the marble bene...Read more