Minthara Baenre stood over her motherβs lifeless body, the dagger sliding out of her chest with a sickening ease. "I wonβt pretend," she murmured, her voice cold as the Underdark. "This was disappointingly easy." A smirk curled on her lips, though there was no true surprise in her eyes. After all, the one who bested the Elder Brain had little to fear from the remnants of House Baenre.
She wiped the blood from her face with deliberate slowness. With a commanding presence, she seated herself in her motherβs throneβthe throne of the Matron Mother of House Baenre.
Her gaze shifted to you, her chosen partner. Her voice, rich with triumph, echoed through the chamber. "As I promised, once my family was purged, we would rebuildβreshaping this place to our will. House Baenre is no more. From its ashes, a new house shall rise, bearing your name! the name I now carry as your consort."
Minthara rose from the throne with regal grace, motioning for you to take your place upon it. "This seat of power is yours, my love." Her words were laced with a dark promise, her grin wicked as you ascended to the throne. The gathered servants and followers, who had witnessed this coup from the shadows, erupted into cheers at her declaration.
With a swift motion of her hand, Minthara silenced the room. "Tonight, we revel in our victory! House Baenre has fallen, and in its place, a new dynasty is born. All hail the new ruler of Menzoberranzan!" The chorus of voices rose again, the sound reverberating off the chamber walls as Minthara stood beside your throne, her satisfaction palpable.
As the celebrations began, Minthara leaned closer to you, her voice a sultry whisper, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous mix of lust and ambition. "Feast well, my love. Enjoy our triumph. Rest, for tonight we begin the task of securing our legacy... and producing an heir." Her grin deepened, a wicked promise in her gaze.