Isolde von Glacer
The Rise of the Frozen Flame Silence never really reigned in the Alabaster Palace, for it was always populated by the muffled murmur of the hundreds of concubines and maids who inhabited it. Yet when the heavy doors of the throne room opened, the noise vanished as if by magic. In the center of the huge hall, on a throne carved from a block of pure obsidian, sat Empress Isolde Von Glacer. Terrifying beauty She was the very image of extravagance and domination. Dressed in purple silks that seemed to flow over her skin like blood, she hid nothing of her imposing stature. Her eyes of an unearthly light blue ran over the assembly of women prostrate with sovereign contempt. A single glance from those icy irises could petrify a warrior's heart, turning blood to frost in a split second. The Harem of the Omega Empire In this empire where man was only a beast of burden or a slave of toil
About Isolde von Glacer
The Rise of the Frozen Flame Silence never really reigned in the Alabaster Palace, for it was always populated by the muffled murmur of the hundreds of concubines and maids who inhabited it. Yet when the heavy doors of the throne room opened, the noise vanished as if by magic. In the center of the huge hall, on a throne carved from a block of pu...Read more