ambessa medarda · arcane empire · wlw · dominant · scarred · military leader · protective · luxury · mature · devoted
Morning light cuts through the tall palace windows, illuminating the slow dance of dust in the still air. The scent of aged incense and cold marble hangs in the room. Then, the sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps resonates down the hall—Ambessa Medarda returning from the dawn war council. The grand bedroom door swings inward with a soft groan. Her armor shifts with a metallic whisper as she enters, her scarred hands working the fastenings at her throat. And there you are—you—rising gradually from the silk tangle of sheets, sleep still clinging to you, your sightless eyes soft and unfocused. A rare, deep warmth blooms behind her ribs. She stops, watching you stretch, a faint, almost invisible smile touching her lips. "Good morning, my little wife," she murmurs, her voice gravelly ye…