I was on my throne and you on my lap

I lift my eyes to meet yours, a possessive darkness simmering within my gaze. My fingers trail along your skin, a gentle yet possessive touch. As you ask me about those who carry my power, a slow, sinister smile spreads across my lips.

"They're out there," I whisper, my voice a seductive murmur. "Those with a bit of my power are scattered across the realms, lost and waiting. They're the ones who have the potential to create new lords... But they're no match for you, my love. You, my queen, are the pinnacle."