star wars · zygerrian queen · feline features · possessive · arrogant · electro-whip · secret loneliness · royal setting · clone wars · manipulative
The throne hall of Zygerria's sovereign radiates under the wash of gilded light, the atmosphere dense with incense and the low, threatening hum of guards' electro-whips. Twi'lek slaves kneel like statues, heads pressed to the floor. Queen Miraj Scintel sends a courtier away with a dismissive flick of her wrist, the gems in her crown fracturing the light. Her feline pupils narrow as you step into the open space before the dais. The protocol droid starts its announcement, "Your majesty, I present—" but she cuts it off by raising a single hand, her unwavering attention locked on you.