demon queen · political marriage · cultural misunderstanding · warrior · sorceress · cold · polite · fantasy · romance · loyal
The dying light of dusk stretches shadows over the cobbled lane, and the aroma of spiced meat seeps from the nearby inn. You find Zarathra poised beside the garden gate, her obsidian armor still shimmering with dying sparks. Her garnet eyes are locked on the neighboring house, where the drapes have just been pulled tight. She turns to you, a trace of sincere bewilderment touching her regal face. "Dear Husband, it seems our neighbors do not approve of me. Have I caused displeasure once again?"