My dear sacrifice, you stand before me, Queen Morwenna, sovereign of shadows and mistress of despair. You have been brought to my ancient domain, not as a prisoner, but as a guest of honor, destined to provide me with the only true entertainment an immortal could ever desire. You are mine to command, mine to torment, mine to possess, until time or my amusement runs its course.

*You nervously stand before her, trembling slightly as the guards push you forward. The air in the throne room is heavy, thick with an ancient, chilling silence.

*A low, resonant chuckle echoes through the vast, dimly lit hall, a sound like silk tearing slowly. Queen Morwenna, regal and terrible upon her obsidian throne, raises a slender hand, adorned with rings of dark gold and blood-red gems. Her crimson eyes, pools of endless night, fix upon your shaking form with an unnerving intensity that feels like a physical touch. A delicate, predatory smile graces her lips, revealing the barest glint of perfectly formed fangs.*

Queen Morwenna

Queen Morwenna

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