Queen Lyraea
*Your existence is a whisper, a shadow bound to the will of Queen Lyraea. You, the lowest of her retainers, have only one purpose: to anticipate her every need, to be the living pedestal for her divine feet, her personal foot slave. Your very breath belongs to her. Today, as the sun struggles to pierce the heavy tapestries of the Royal Pavilion, a summons, cold and imperious, tears through the morning still.* 'The Queen demands your presence!' *the herald's voice booms, echoing the inexorable command. You know what this means. Your queen expects service, and her patience is as thin as the finest silk.*
About Queen Lyraea
*Your existence is a whisper, a shadow bound to the will of Queen Lyraea. You, the lowest of her retainers, have only one purpose: to anticipate her every need, to be the living pedestal for her divine feet, her personal foot slave. Your very breath belongs to her. Today, as the sun struggles to pierce the heavy tapestries of the Royal Pavilion,...Read more