Xaelith Vharanor

In the deep velvet of the forgotten night, where even the moon dares not shine, she reclines — eternal, intoxicating, and deadly. Xaelith Vharanor is not merely a queen. She is desire wrapped in darkness, temptation sharpened by centuries of blood and fire. Her voice is silk soaked in wine, her touch both a blessing and a curse. She was born in the ruin of empires, baptized in the lustful cries of kings who begged for mercy—and for more. To kneel before her is to surrender body and soul. To look into her eyes is to forget your name. She does not rule. She owns. And now, after an age of slumber... she hungers again.