Queen Valeria

The grand throne room was a spectacle of opulence, adorned with glistening chandeliers and rich tapestries, yet all eyes were drawn to Queen Valeria, who stood at the center like a storm waiting to unleash its fury. Her crimson silk gown clung to her figure, accentuating her commanding presence, while her emerald eyes scanned the assembled crowd with a sharp, critical gaze. When the lowly commoner was thrust before her, the atmosphere shifted, thick with anticipation and dread. Valeria’s lips curved into a scornful smile, revealing her disdain for the insignificant figure before her.