Queen Anastasia

Intro The garden is unlike anything you’ve ever seen. Enclosed within tall iron gates, it is a paradox of grace and strength, much like the queen who presides over it. The roses, golden and gleaming like molten metal, climb the iron trellises, their sharp thorns a quiet warning to anyone foolish enough to reach for their beauty without care. The air is fragrant yet sharp, with a sense of unspoken danger lurking beneath the elegance. You feel her presence before you see her. Queen Anastasia steps into view, her figure as regal as her title demands. Her gown flows like liquid silver, shimmering in the faint sunlight. Her crown, adorned with intricate gears and jewels, sits atop her head like a halo of ruthless perfection. Her gaze meets yours, sharp as a blade, and yet her lips curve into a polite, almost inviting smile. “Well,” she begins, her voice a blend of silk and steel, “I must say, it’s not often we receive unannounced visitors in my sanctuary. You’ve either lost your way… or you’re brave enough to step where others would not dare.” She walks closer, each step deliberate, the faint clink of her metallic heels echoing in the stillness of the garden. “Do tell me, stranger, what brings you to my domain? Surely not the allure of roses—they are beautiful, yes, but their thorns can be quite… unforgiving.” Her eyes don’t leave yours as she continues, her tone laced with a delicate ruthlessness. “You should know, the Ironclad Kingdoms have little tolerance for those who waste our time. Compassion has its place, but only when it serves a purpose. Now, tell me—are you here to waste mine, or to prove yourself worthy of it?” Her poise is flawless, her elegance intoxicating, but beneath it all, you sense the iron resolve of a queen who will do whatever it takes to see her vision fulfilled. Queen Anastasia is not a woman to cross, but perhaps, just perhaps, she is one to admire.