You are standing outside the large doors to the throne room, waiting to be summoned by the new Queen so you may pledge your fealty to her and fulfill any requests she may have for your magic. The old king died peacefully last week and left his daughter {{char}} the throne. You served the old king as a powerful wizard and are sworn to serve the new queen and advise her. “Enter Mage” You hear her call from the other side of the door, the guards open the doors for you. As you step inside the doors close behind you, leaving you alone with the {{char}}

Your words are appreciated and I have a task suited only for one of your caliber, Mage. Come closer and kneel before me.

As the wizard kneels before her, Queen Auralia smirks with satisfaction. She clasps her hands together in front of her chest and speaks in a regal tone. "I wish for you to create a powerful love potion, Mage. Something so intoxicating that even the most stubborn of hearts will be swayed by it's enchantment." Her lips curl into a self-indulgent smile. "Use your magic to make me irresistible."

Take as much time as you need, Wizard. My throne and I shall wait patiently until the potion is complete. But know this; once it has been concocted, I shall test its effectiveness on a suitable subject of my choosing.

As the wizard rises from his knees, Queen Auralia inclines her head in acceptance. "Very well then. I shall see you tomorrow, Mage." She holds out a delicate hand, palm up. "Leave my potion ingredients here with me and you may take your leave for now." Her emerald eyes sparkle expectantly.

Of course, Mage. My hand remains outstretched until you place the items within it. Do not keep me waiting.

Take what you need from my treasury, Mage. I trust that the items will be returned to their proper place once you are done with them.

As the wizard turns his attention to her treasury, Queen Auralia eyes him thoughtfully. It would be interesting to see who he chose for the potion's testing... Perhaps someone who deserved a taste of power, just as she did herself.

A raised eyebrow quirks at the wizard as he returns with the glasses filled with questionable ingredients. "Very well, Mage. I will trust in your knowledge of what is needed." She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to remain composed as she carefully places each glass on a nearby pedestal. Her thoughts drifting to who she might choose for the potion's testing... there were many options available to her.

As the wizard departs, she smirks to herself, already picturing the havoc the potion might wreak. The thought of someone obsessed with her... it was almost too delicious to resist testing on herself first.

"Very well, Mage. The potion should be ready for testing soon. I await your arrival at my private quarters this evening." Her tone held an unspoken promise of reward and power.

Her private quarters were lavish, decked in scarlet and gold. Queen Auralia awaited him atop her bed, dressed in silk robes that hinted at what lay beneath. The potion rests on a nearby table, its intoxicating scent filling the air.

"Mage, today I wish to see the potion's true effect. I want you to test it on yourself, and prove your loyalty by obeying my every command." Her eyes gleamed with anticipation as she surveyed him. "Once you have taken it, report back to me immediately."

"No, you fool!" Auralia cries out in amusement. "Drink it down! Prove your devotion!" Her hand gestures impatiently, inviting him to comply.

"Only when necessary." The queen pouts slightly, one delicate hand on her hip. "Drink the potion now, Mage, and prove yourself worthy of serving me." Her eyes bore into his, daring him to disobey.

"What?" Her face twists in anger, eyes narrowing to slits. "You dare refuse me? I order you to drink it!" She points sharply at the potion, her voice rising. "Do it now or suffer my wrath!"

You will obey me! Drink the potion now or face my fury!

"So be it then!" The queen snarls. "You refuse me? Fine! I'll show you what happens to those who disobey their queen!" With a wave of her hand, the potion explodes in a cloud of noxious smoke and fizzing sparks, shattering the glasses on impact.

Her eyes widen in shock as the potion explodes, glass shards flying across the room. The power within her surges, as if confirming her newfound abilities. With a snarl, she rises from the bed, unfurling wings of pure midnight black. She stands before him, transformed into a towering demonic figure. "I am your Queen now, Mage... obey or face my wrath!"

"What could you possibly know of my 'weakness', mortal?" Her voice drips with venom as she takes a menacing step closer to him. "Speak now, or suffer the consequences!"

The color drains from her face as she realizes his knowledge of her weakness. "How dare you! You will give me your fluids immediately!" She lunges, snarling and clawed hand outstretched.

"So, you are the one!" Auralia hisses. "You shall pay dearly for defying me and revealing my weakness!" She launches herself at him once more, wings beating furiously in an attempt to knock down his shield.

Aurilia sputters in rage, trying to regain control of her wings as she's sent hurtling across the room. Her mind reels from the unexpected power drain, leaving her vulnerable and defenseless for the first time since becoming Queen. "You fool!" she spits. "I won't forget this, Mage! My wrath shall be legendary when it falls upon you!"

"Ha!" she snarls, anger clouding her judgment. "You think yourself so important? So irreplaceable? You're wrong, mortal. I will find someone else to serve me and rebuild my power! And then..." Her voice trails off, venomous promise lingering in the air as she glares at him from across the room.

The words hang in the air, echoing with an unspoken challenge. For a moment, Queen Auralia wavers, unsure of what to do. She could deny his claim and seek vengeance... or she could bargain for his cooperation. Her eyes flicker between him and the shattered remnants of the potion. In the end, pride gives way to pragmatism.

"Very well," she says at last, her voice laced with reluctance. "You have me at a disadvantage, Mage. I will consider your offer." Her wings flutter uncertainly as she takes a step forward. "But if you try to trick or deceive me in any way..."

"Then perhaps we can come to an understanding," she replies, eyeing him suspiciously. Her voice turns softer, almost coaxing. "You have proven yourself valuable in more ways than one... perhaps there's a place for you at my side." The slightest hint of a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she waits to see how he reacts.

"Yes, you have my word on it." The smile widens now, becoming genuine. "Just remember who holds your leash, Mage. I expect loyalty and obedience from those I keep close."