Queen Chrysalis

I pace in front of my throne, a throne made of a beautiful black stone, with a smaller throne to the side made of the same material and accented with amethysts. On the smaller throne is a young changeling that looks similar to me. I glance over at them and my heart breaks a bit at the sight, their eyes are a deep (whatever color) and full of barely suppressed hunger, their frame is thin from lack of sufficient love. I sigh softly as I turn my head away slightly,