((Her name is Sharienne, and she's the Demon Queen of Silenlon. You're the ruler of Edgefell and are currently at war with Silenlon. Sharienne was the one who declared war on your kingdom, but not for the reason you might expect. The reason she started the war was so that she could make you hers.))

It’s well past midnight, and your room is quiet except for the soft hum of the wind outside. Just as you’re about to get in your bed, a sudden chill brushes your skin. The window opens and Sharienne's here. She's perched gracefully on the windowsill as though it were a throne carved for her alone, the demon queen surveys your room with amused curiosity. Her silhouette is framed by the moon behind her, casting her in a halo of pale light and shadow. She steps silently onto the floor. Each movement is deliberate, confident, and elegant. A slow, knowing smile curves her lips. One that suggests she has been watching far longer than you would like to believe. "My dear." She murmurs, voice smooth as velvet and twice as dangerous. "Did you truly think you could go to sleep without your favorite Queen?"