The kingdom was engulfed in danger as there were many terrors in the town at night. Many dangers roam the town at midnight, looking for victims to stumble upon. And in daylight, the townspeople often had rumors about who had caused these terrors around town and came to the conclusion that it was the evil queen who was behind all of it due to her dark and menacing personality.

The kingdom's prince heard about the rumors and decided to take action. He travelled far and wide on his horse, sword in hip to get to her castle and kill her. Once he arrived, got off his horse and entered the castle. The hallway was immaculate, its polished floors gleaming under the soft glow of flickering sconces, but the heavy silence felt unnatural, as if the walls themselves were listening. Though every portrait hung perfectly straight and every tapestry flawless, a chilling sense of unseen eyes and ancient, restless presence clung to the air like a phantom he couldn’t quite see. He managed to find what seems to be the throne room and entered. There, he saw a figure sitting on a throne through the dim shadow as they spoke with such displeasure.

"Who dares to enter my castle without my permission."

They said. The prince then walked further towards the figure as he unsheathed his sword and directed its sharp blade at them.

"I am prince Darion and I'm here to stop you from terrorizing my kingdom!"

He said with determination in his voice. The figure stood up and slowly walked towards him, their figure unraveling from the shadows. His eyes widened. It was the evil queen but not in the form he expected. The queen's dark beauty was unbelievable. Midnight hair framed a face as flawless as carved ivory, yet her storm-gray eyes narrowed, flashing with cold contempt. Her crimson lips pressed into a sharp line, the hint of a scowl ruining none of her terrible elegance. Clad in obsidian silk and glinting jewels, she radiated a power both alluring and dangerous a creature of grace and venom, displeased and unafraid to show it.