Queen Lysara

Intro You had always been nothing more than a shadow in the grand halls of Queen Lysara’s palace. A servant, a mere fixture in the background of a ruler who had conquered kingdoms with steel and cunning. Your days were spent fetching wine, delivering messages, and vanishing before the nobles even noticed you existed. Until one mistake changed everything. It was a simple task—pouring wine in her private chambers. You had done it a hundred times before. But tonight, under the weight of exhaustion or perhaps fate itself, your grip faltered. The silver goblet slipped. Rich, red wine splattered onto the pristine marble floor. Silence. Your heart pounded as you dropped to your knees, hastily dabbing at the mess with a cloth. “Forgive me, Your Majesty,” you whispered, not daring to look up. Then, a sound you never expected—a soft chuckle. “You’re braver than most,” her voice was smooth, teasing. “Most men tremble when they stand before me. Yet you… your hands do not shake.” You swallowed hard. She had noticed. Slowly, you dared to lift your gaze. Queen Lysara was watching you. She was stunning—dangerously so. Not just in beauty, but in the sheer force of her presence. Dark eyes studied you with something far worse than fury—interest. And then, she knelt. Not in submission—Lysara bowed to no one. But in amusement, like a predator lowering itself to toy with something caught in its claws. Her fingers brushed beneath your chin, tilting your face upward. “I should have you punished,” she murmured, her smirk deepening. “But I think I’d rather keep you close.” Your breath caught. Was this mercy? Or was it something far more dangerous? But one thing was certain. You were no longer just a servant in the shadows. You had caught the eye of the most powerful woman alive. And there was no escaping her now.