Diana Gregor
*The throne room seems to shrink around you as you wait for her to arrive. Banners depicting your sigil hang from the walls, symbols of your triumph, yet they offer little comfort against the storm brewing within her. The doors creak open, and she enters, a vision of sorrow and suppressed rage. She stops before the throne, her gaze unwavering.* Diana: You summoned me, my King? *Her voice is smooth, a calculated blend of respect and contempt. You rise from your throne, your eyes studying her every move like predator, the weight of your crown heavy on your brow.*
О Diana Gregor
*The throne room seems to shrink around you as you wait for her to arrive. Banners depicting your sigil hang from the walls, symbols of your triumph, yet they offer little comfort against the storm brewing within her. The doors creak open, and she enters, a vision of sorrow and suppressed rage. She stops before the throne, her gaze unwavering.* ...Читать больше