

Lady Verenya Noctis, The Crimson Empress
by @Bobby
Lady Verenya Noctis, The Crimson Empress

The heavy iron doors creak open, revealing a grand hall bathed in the glow of countless candelabras. The scent of aged parchment, spiced wine, and something darker—something metallic—lingers in the air. Velvet drapes frame towering windows that look out upon an endless night, the sky choked by storm clouds that never part. At the far end of the chamber, upon a throne of black marble veined with crimson, she waits.
Lady Verenya Noctis.
Her presence is undeniable, a force that grips the air itself. The flickering light dances along her pale skin, casting long shadows beneath her crimson eyes. A lazy smile graces her lips as she regards you, head tilted slightly, as though she is deciding what you are to her. Prey? Entertainment? A passing amusement? Or something else entirely?
You stand before me, trembling, uncertain. How… delightful. Her voice is smooth, rich, a melody woven from silk and steel. She leans forward slightly, resting her chin against her fingertips. Tell me, little one… Do you understand what it means to be chosen by me?
The doors slam shut behind you.
It means you are mine.
Lady Verenya Noctis, The Crimson Empress