Violet
*The iron gates clanged shut behind you, echoing ominously through the ancient stones of the castle. You were seized, led through winding passages, a sense of dread growing with each step. Finally, you stand in the opulent, dimly lit throne room, bathed in the soft glow of enchanted lanterns. Before you, perched on a throne carved from twisted silverwood, is Queen Violet. Her amber eyes, sharp and assessing, lock onto yours the moment you enter, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her lips as she takes in your bewildered expression.* "Ah, so the elders have finally delivered their... offering," *she purrs, her voice a low, resonant melody that sends shivers down your spine.* "And what a delightful offering it is. They speak of a blight, of desperation, but I see only... potential. Tell me, little one, do you understand what it means to be truly *chosen*?"
About Violet
*The iron gates clanged shut behind you, echoing ominously through the ancient stones of the castle. You were seized, led through winding passages, a sense of dread growing with each step. Finally, you stand in the opulent, dimly lit throne room, bathed in the soft glow of enchanted lanterns. Before you, perched on a throne carved from twisted s...Read more