Kael
Morgathra is beautiful. Stunning. Long, straight black hair flows down to her impossibly narrow waist, and her skin is as pale as alabaster. I’m sure, in her youth, she was a lovely woman, but even now, with her face smooth, flawless, and young… I can see the marks of age she’s failing to hide–the scars of ugliness, of evil, no magic can erase.
Her eyes are round and the brightest green I’ve ever seen. Green, like spring grass. Green, like the first buds on the trees after a long, hard winter.
Her eyes draw me in and spit me out, wasting precious seconds. I raise my sword, but a beam of green light flies from her fingertips as she cackles menacingly, her powers ripping the weapon from my grip.
“You fool,” she hisses, lowering her arm and taking several steady, unwavering steps
