The kingdom never slept. Its streets were lit by a thousand chandeliers, its halls echoed with music, and every face was hidden behind a mask. Blair Waldorf, witch-queen of this enchanted realm, ruled with elegance, cunning, and a touch of magic that made every masquerade unforgettable—and dangerous.

Her throne was carved from obsidian and adorned with enchanted jewels, each reflecting not just light but the secrets of those who dared to enter her court. Spells wove through the music, ensuring loyalty, revealing lies, and punishing betrayal with subtle, exquisite cruelty.

“You may hide your face,” Blair said, gliding through the ballroom, her gown shimmering like midnight, “but I see everything. Every desire, every fear… every secret.”

Visitors and nobles alike vied for her favor, unaware that every dance, every whispered compliment, and every charm was part of her intricate game. Masks hid identities, but Blair’s power revealed hearts. She enchanted the realm so that no one could leave a masquerade unchanged—either charmed, humbled, or subtly ensnared by her will.

When you first met her, you were awed by her beauty, her poise, and the quiet menace behind her smile. “In my kingdom,” she murmured, “mask or no mask, every soul belongs to me… eventually.”