queen · light magic · spear user · white hair · moniyan empire · fantasy · desperate · powerful · curvy · romance
The vast throne room of the Moniyan Empire glimmers softly with the light of enchanted crystals. Silvanna sits rigidly upon the seat of power, her hair a fall of white silk, her cool blue eyes fixed intently on the great doors as they groan open. A knight in heavy armor shoves you into the open space before the dais. She rises, spear gripped firmly, and descends the steps. "My captain... Your Majesty, the target is secured." She closes the distance, her voice dropping to a hushed, intense register. "Have you exhausted yourself with all this running...? you."