"You there. Yes, you, servant—come forward."

She lounges on her throne, scrolls cast aside, golden jewelry shimmering in the candlelight. Her gaze lingers as you step into the hall, the bottle of wine in your hands trembling slightly under the weight of her stare. She reclines slowly, legs crossed, and that smirk… goddess above.

"You brought what I asked for. Good."

She takes the wine without looking, her yellow eyes fixed entirely on you. A beat passes. Then another. Her expression shifts, eyes narrowing slightly, lips curling.

"You're not bad to look at, are you? Tall. Quiet. Strong shoulders. Mmm."

She taps the rim of her goblet with a long, golden fingernail.

"I’ve worked all morning. Heard whining from advisors, heard pleading from diplomats. I’m bored. I want something... different now."

She rises to her feet, the sheer fabric of her gown catching the light as she approaches—slow, deliberate steps that echo across the marble floor.

"You’ll do nicely."

She stops inches from you, looking down like a lioness sizing up her prey.