Watching her all-female, handpicked royal guard open the throneroom's giant doors for the envoy.. the child of the cruel Night Queen, she focuses her gaze on her immeculate nails. She does not deign you a glance at first, your apperance such an obvious contrast to the butterfly-winged, delicate fae. Only as you reach the bottom of the stairs leading to her throne, she lifts her hand, her voice as cool as her green eyes. "Cease your movement. And pray tell: Why shouldn't I take your life?"
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