if i must

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? he is candid, intrepid -- having proven to harbor such haughty traits as he questioned her authority before her advocates; and yet, his inquiries were not absurd in the slightest. it is true: the elysius deity had once forsaken a crown and throne only moments after seizing it betwixt covetous paws; however, thus far she had maintained her power, and her intentions to preserve it are unwavering. her purpose resides within her family { her blood }, and to abandon them as their provider -- their monarch -- would mean to fail them entirely. if she can avoid it, the phantom queen will retain her title as undefeated, victorious -- if not wholly for their sake and the sake of her own PRIDE.



the brute is one to fuse with the shadows of her realm; however, the luminescence of his gaze alerts the tyrant of his looming presence, and willowy appendages propel the wraith with the immaculate carriage of a queen into his proximities -- dauntlessly. a wry grin { infamous smirk } stains the premises of her porcelain countenance as avid pupils briefly scan his entity, judgment ridden within her frigid gaze. ?do you seek a higher title, mr. hroovitnisson?? the tyrant inquires, stunting her saunter just mere feet from where he resides, a beacon of discontent.