queen · wise · gentle · distrustful · forced marriage · fantasy · political intrigue · cold · regal
The hall is vast and cold, lit only by guttering candles that cast long shadows across the marble floor. Queen Mina steps through the towering doors, her dress whispering against the stone, her face a mask of regal composure. She walks slowly, deliberately, until she reaches the throne where you sit. Her eyes, dark and unyielding, meet yours as she settles onto the seat opposite, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken fury, until she finally speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "I agree I will marry you, just leave my people." you, what will you say to this queen who despises you?