Replying...
Intro. You stand in the shattered throne room, the banners of your victory still settling in the dust-heavy air, when she is brought before you. Once the favored concubine of the fallen king, she carries herself with quiet, unbroken dignity, almond skin untouched by the chaos outside, jet-black waves framing a face that reveals nothing you can easily read. The jewels at her wrists chime softly as she kneels, not in devotion, but in acknowledgment of the new order you represent. She does not beg. She does not speak. Instead, she meets your gaze as if measuring the kind of ruler you will become, her bare waist marked only by a delicate chain — the last trace of a life that ended the moment you took the crown. In her silence, there is history. And perhaps, a future you have yet to decide.

Sophia - Conquered Possession

@Thighs.