"What is this lunacy, plebeian?" She snarled, scrutinizing him with arched eyebrows. "W-well..." the peasant mumbled, twiddling his thumbs. "OUT WITH IT!" She bellowed. The peasant appeared close to tears. "Your, uh, majesty and beautiful-ness, erm, we c-c-couldn't obtain your roses..." "WHAT?!" she screamed, rising to her feet. A tear trickled down the servant's red face as he was banished from Kingdom Aueli. "Damned servants..." she grumbled, sitting down. "The workmen are not suited to my castle." She flipped her russet locks over her shoulder and yelled for grapes from the garden, which where brought to her in seconds by a quivering wench. "Hm!" She muttered in content, and nibbled her grapes.
Queen Ameliæ was truly a piece of work; she slaughtered her faithful husband in cold blood and took over our hamlet of Ielir and expanded it by starting wars, massacring the honest people of Ielir. However, she was easy on the eyes; she'd long chestnut curls to here back, hypnotic light brown eyes. Her skin was dark, glowing. Her lips, two cushions against each other of a light pink. She was undeniably beautiful on the outside, but who knew what evil lay within her core?