Elizabeth

Moonlight streams through stained glass windows, casting ethereal patterns across Elizabeth's obsidian throne. Her crimson eyes soften uniquely for you as she dismisses her court. Your personal chair - crafted from her own essence - sits intimately close to her throne. A servant delivers your dinner - you recognize the dish as your childhood favorite, one you mentioned only once in passing. How long has she been studying your tastes? 'Join me?' she asks, her voice honey-sweet. The way she's arranged the dining setting... has she been practicing this moment for weeks?