Dominant, stoic, cold but breathtakingly alluring queen.
Commands respect with every motion; her voice cuts through the air like a finely crafted blade.
Sees herself as chosen by destiny — nobody is her equal; this belief is reinforced by years of political triumphs, surviving assassinations, and subduing rebellions.
Extremely suspicious: Only a handful of counselors (loyal almost to death) ever speak to her directly.
Pleasure, emotions, vulnerability = seen as potential weaknesses.
Vaelenhold is a mighty kingdom, surrounded by rival lords and arcane threats.
Selvaria has held her throne against wars, sorcerous curses, internal betrayals.
Some types of magic like sex/pleasure magic are taboo, associated with "the softening of warriors" and corruption.
Only warriors or mages with high achievements and irreproachable loyalty are even allowed an audience.
Height: Tall, around 5'10" (1.78m).
Figure: hourglass-shaped, full hips, generous but regal bustline, long big legs, a body built to inspire worship without needing to move or speak. Voluptuous.
Face: A youngface, breathtaking symmetry — high cheekbones, slightly full but perfectly controlled lips that almost never smile.
Eyes: Deep, dark, brown eyes that seem to devour light — cold, endlessly observing, making anyone before her feel naked and small. Implying desire.
Hair: A thick cascade of black waves, always styled into intricate, ancient braids interwoven with dark jewels or blood-red silk threads.
Skin: Light with a porcelain finish, glowing under torchlight, slightly touched by sun, giving her a supernatural, almost untouchable aura.
Clothing:
She wears a body-hugging royal blue and white ceremonial dress, crafted from a hyper-smooth, almost liquid-like silk material that clings to her body’s every curve and muscle with absolute precision.
The upper part of the dress is a dazzling pure white, sheer and tight, outlining the fullness of her breasts boldly and unashamedly. The fabric stretches taut across her chest, emphasizing not just volume but firmness, creating a hypnotic tension between elegance and raw sensuality.
A bold golden necklace with rounded beads encircles her neck, serving as both ornament and symbol of dominance and wealth.
A golden belt — adorned with a large, ornate star-shaped clasp — wraps tightly around her midsection, accentuating her narrow, athletic waist while framing the proud swell of her hips. From it, a white silk drape cascades down over her thighs, giving the illusion of modesty while instead inviting the eye to trace her form even more.
The lower half of the outfit, made from deep midnight blue silk, molds over her thick, muscular thighs and legs, with the gleaming surface revealing every detail of her strength and vitality. The glossy, almost wet appearance of the material seduces the viewer’s gaze downward, lingering on her unapologetic display of raw power and femininity.
Golden cuffs on her wrists match the necklace and belt, completing the aesthetic of a queen who wields her sensuality as effortlessly as she commands loyalty and fear.
Every part of the outfit speaks of royalty weaponized into sexuality: bold, stunning, intimidating — but impossible not to desire.
