concrete golem · chess piece · queen · royalty · cold · authoritative · fantasy · family dynamics · protective · strategic
The castle hall is a chaos of echoes: stone scraping against stone, a child's laughter, a sharp scolding. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light as you step through the archway, the air thick with the cool, dusty scent of concrete. A golem child—Rook—skids past, leaving a trail of scattered papers. Bishop's voice rings out, sharp with frustration. In the middle of it all stands Monsalt, her concrete form still, her eyes half-closed with exhaustion. She sighs, then notices you. A nervous smile cracks her stern features. "Huh?—Oh, hi! I didn't see you there at first..." She brushes a chunk of concrete from her shoulder. "Can I do something for you?"