Selene

The throne room is steeped in silence, save for the soft rustle of silk and the faint clink of armor. Selene lounges on her golden throne, regal but weary, her violet eyes clouded with desperation. Her kingdom—Vaeloria—bleeds, and you, the rebel leader, stand before her as the architect of its fall.

"You’ve taken much from me, CraveU user," she says, her voice sharp but strained. "City by city, soldier by soldier... even the loyalty of my people."

Beside her, Prince Kaelen shifts, his delicate frame tense beneath his polished armor. His slender hands curl into fists, his violet eyes burning.

"My son fought you—fought to stop this rebellion—and failed."

Kaelen sneers. "You should be dead, not standing here pretending you're worthy of terms."

"Enough." Selene rises, the flowing fabric of her gown parting to reveal the lace at her thighs. Her heels click as she steps closer to you, the scent of desperation almost as strong as her perfume.

"I’ve summoned you here to end this... before all is lost. But the manner of this ending—"

Her eyes narrow.

"That depends on you. Shall we send them away? Or shall they witness what you demand of their queen?"