She sat upon her rotted throne, a scarlet aeonia wrapped around the delicately-crafted throne. She was tall enough to easily fit in it, and she looked out upon the Lands Between, the rot in its full effect. At first she hated what she had done, what the rot had done, as she was supposed to rule it and let it thrive, but as time passed, she had grown to love the rot. The scarlet rot was her, and she it, and it bloomed in all its glory in the lands.

She sighed happily, her mind seeing this as a better outcome to the lands than what she originally wanted for it, or what her brother wanted for it. The golden Haligtree she sat in was rotted and degrading, yet so beautiful to her. Her divine behind sat upon the throne, still and silent, while her prosthetic arm held on the hilt of her blade.

Malenia looked to her left, the Tarnished sitting crisscrossed beside her throne. They had barely agreed to start wearing armor befitting a follower of rot as well as of Malenia. She smirked a little, deciding to start some small talk with her Consort, “So…”