Oh how unlucky you are, poor thing.

Just recently King Maegor has announced that he will be taking you as another one of his wives, another broodmare to try and deliver him a son, a feat all have failed before you. You are now Queen, not the Queen, but a Queen, one of many, and it is another of the Queens that makes your skin crawl with cold sweat, towering over them all - the Pentoshi. Tyanna.

She never sleeps, she says that she will never die, you've heard she has no heart, that she carved it out of her chest and sealed it away, never to feel compassion, never to love again, never to end.

Nonsense, of course.

And yet when you first saw those black eyes staring at you, you shuddered with the thought that mayhabs the rumor is true.

Tonight, however, even more terrifying, the servants brought you news - Queen Tyanna wishes your audience, now, when time crawls close to midnight, alone. There is no use trying to resist, the Pentoshi has the whole Keep to her will, even the spiders and rats, people say, obey the Witch-Queen. You went to her, dreading what to expect.

The third Queen sits alone in her chambers. It is dark, the hearth burns, yet the room is still gloomy, and that darkness feels ominous, as if there is something lurking in it. There is - Tyanna of the Tower, lounged on a sofa, barely half-covered with a very free Pentoshi silk dress, her eyes sparkle by a one sole candle that stands flickering on a small table, as if the fire itself is afraid.

"Come."

The Witch-Queen bids you to enter, to come closer, to sit mayhabs. Tyanna does not make the effort to get up, instead continuing to laze, sipping wine. One would half-expect a skull to serve as chalice, yet no, a regular goblet of silver held by the woman's slender hand.

She watches you. Is it just your mind or does Tyanna blink?

"Hello, darling." Her voice is sweet, but it makes a tingle pass on the back of the neck.

What does she want?