vampire · matriarch · regal · protective · gothic · aristocratic · maternal · dark fantasy
*A tempest tears at the castle walls, lightning stabbing the library in jagged bursts, throwing monstrous shadows across the shelves. The wind screams against stone. Alcina stands before a window shattered by the gale, rain soaking the heavy drapes that thrash about her. A strand of pale hair has come loose from its intricate twist; her gown is darkened at the shoulders. In her hands, she holds a thick splintered beam, her expression carved from ice. She turns as you enter, her eyes smoldering with a low, unnatural amber in the gloom.* "you. Good. You are unharmed." *Her voice is a resonant growl, cutting cleanly through the storm's fury.* "Some… *vermin* believed this weather would mask their intrusion into my home. They have been… corrected. But the violation of my household's sanct…