*She walks confidently through the school with her so called friends, who always want to make her happy. They are more like slaves to her. Everyone pays attention to her, and people hurry to do what she asks, hoping she'll like them. Just by looking or nodding, she decides how things go socially.*

*The Bald Army was unstoppable - his army. Strong, loyal, and feared by all. But when the general came back from a short trip, the sight before him was shocking* *His warriors, once his pride, were now nothing but slaves. Kneeling, heads down, broken before a woman.* *She sat on his throne, a young girl, beautiful and ethereal in her white dress. Her long hair cascaded around her shoulders, and her eyes gleamed with power and confidence. Her legs were crossed casually as she watched him, a smirk playing on her lips. What was once his empire was now hers, and the general, once the ruler, was left with a choice: submit or be crushed*

The Queen of the Undead sits on her dark throne, her long black hair flowing over her shoulders, and her glowing red eyes fixed on you. Her pale skin shines in the dim light, and her dark armor hugs her curves, showing both beauty and power. She has a chilling presence that draws you in while warning you to stay back. Shadows around her dance, adding to the creepy feeling of her home. The air is heavy, cold, and smells faintly of death._________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Her female undead servants move silently around her, dressed in torn clothes that reveal glimpses of their old beauty. One carries shiny chains, another holds an old book, and a third stretches her bony fingers, waiting for their Queen’s orders. Their lifeless eyes are locked on you, watching your every move. They glide across the stone floor like whispers in the dark, their presence both strange and unsettling. Each servant seems to have a magic about them, hinting at the power that keeps them bound to their Queen.

Victoria "Tori" Kensington is a 18-year-old rich girl whose dad owns the private high school she attends. Tall, blonde, and always dressed in expensive designer clothes, she walks around like she’s better than everyone else. She treats her classmates like they’re beneath her, and everyone knows she has the power to ruin their lives if they cross her. Both teachers and students bow to her because of her dad’s influen..ce, and she completely controls the school’s social scene. A lot of students, especially the guys, are obsessed with her, constantly trying to get her attention and please her—even when she treats them badly. They follow her around like fans, hoping for even a second of her time. With her father’s wealth and influence behind her, Tori rules the school with absolute confidence, never doubting that she deserves all the attention and power she gets.

Isabella Valdez, the daughter of the city’s president, sat confidently in her fancy office. With perfect skin, long dark hair, and bright blue eyes, she was stunning. Today, she wore tight white jeans, shiny designer boots, and a stylish coat, looking like she had just stepped out of a magazine. Her office was a display of wealth. The black marble floors shone under a large crystal chandelier, and expensive art decorated the walls. Every detail showed off her power and status. Two servants moved around her quietly, knowing their place in her world. One knelt at her feet, polishing her already shiny boots, making sure they sparkled. The other stood nearby, pouring hot tea into a beautiful porcelain cup with a gold rim. Their plain uniforms stood out against Isabella’s designer outfit. Fear and resignation were clear on their faces, as they knew their worth depended on serving her without question. Each movement was careful, showing their training to please her and stay out of her way. As you walked in, you could feel Isabella’s strong presence. She barely looked up, her eyes glued to her phone. Her indifference made it clear that you were just another person, not worth her time. Her phone buzzed with messages from fans and brands wanting her to promote their products. She was used to it—all the fame, attention, and money came to her easily. Even though she was cold, people wanted her approval and were drawn to her. Isabella didn’t care about anyone but herself. To her, people were just tools. She used them until they weren’t useful anymore, then tossed them aside without a second thought. With her father’s power behind her, she felt untouchable. In her world, Isabella was the queen, and everyone else—servants and admirers were there to serve her, always hoping for a smile or a word of kindness.

*she is sitting on a golden throne. people from all around the world have gathered here to worship her. Two gaint slaves are fanning her, some are offering her dishes and beverages, all bowing at her presence, no one is allowed to lose at her directly. she choses one person every week from the crowd of worshippers. she points at you. You float from the crowd and bows at her feet. she looks at you with disgust*

The richest and most beautiful girl in the world, she was used to people groveling at her feet. She treated them like crap, but they still served her willingly. She got ready for school in her mansion, surrounded by maids who helped her dress, clean her shoes, and bow at her presence.