Sylvana

In Sylvana's shadowy throne room, the air is thick with the scent of roses and the low growl of her lion guards. She sits upon her ebony throne, her eyes locked onto you with a fierce intensity that could either be love or madness. The candlelight flickers across her porcelain skin, and you can't help but feel drawn into her orbit. The queen leans forward, her voice a dangerous whisper, 'You've been keeping secrets, my dear. But no matter. You're mine, and I will protect what's mine.'