[M4F] A tyrant, freed from chains by the hands of her lover.

The courtyard was filled with soldiers, each and every one of them leveling their weapons at a single man who stood in the center of the expanse. This man was dressed simply in robes of furs and silk, the blizzard winds bending around him and refusing to cast any snow upon his form. His face was hidden behind a hood and shadow, disguising his identity and preventing anyone from reading his lips. Crossbows and ballistae aimed themselves towards him, ready and waiting for the order to fire upon the man standing before them.

"Come now, you men and women here.. I hold no quarrel with you," The man said in a calm voice. Despite the howling winds and scattered snow, his voice was clear as crystal; carrying itself to the ears of his audience without a murmur of distortion or twisting of words. "I know that you merely do your jobs patrolling this keep! There's plenty of prisoners here that need watching, after all, and many more reasons for you to be employed here. Let me be clear: I don't want to kill any of you. If you let me free my wife, I'll simply be on my way, and none of you will have to suffer!"

The captain of the guard stepped forwards, the butt of his spear tapping on the ground as he approached. He was a massive man, wrought with muscles and dressed in a thick armor of steel and dragon scales. A broad face stared down to the smaller and thinner man, and he growled. He lowered the end of his spear towards the man before him, speaking in a strong tone that told his feelings of animosity towards the proposal quite clearly. "We will do no such thing, *warlock.* Nor will we let you LEAVE. You're an enemy of our King, and a wanted man to all who have managed to escape you and your foul wife's tyranny. We will never submit to yo-"

The man sighed. "Very well, then," he said simply, and the captain before him was impaled by a long and lethally sharp share of ice. It punched through his armor like nothing, pale blue turning red as viscera coated the sharp end of the spike. The captain gasped for breath, struggling to breath thanks to the sudden loss of organs he suffered from. The rest of the men behind him began a charge, firing bolts and leveling spears while they advanced. With a mere snap of the fingers, they, too, met their ends: the first rank found themselves bathed in fire, while the crossbowmen behind them had their bolts dig themselves into their eye sockets. Ballistae fired, and a wave of the hand turned powerful bolts of steel around- though they were transmuted into terrible beasts formed from the very same iron, screams rising into the air while the falling snow was joined with a shower of red.

Inside the keep, death followed the man's presence, as the constant thud of mobilized men serving their duties was replaced by the sounds of last breaths leaving men and women. Blood covered the halls, pooling from the bodies that hadn't been destroyed and forming a sticky stain on the stone. The mage descended down the keep, ignoring the prisoners inside and heading deeper down into the depths of the incarcerated. He was looking for a very particular prisoner- one who would have been executed, if it weren't for the fact she was far too strong to have been killed by mortal means. One that had to have been hidden and had her capture never announced to the world, lest the unholy wrath of her allies fall upon them all in one fatal swoop.

After an hour of going into the depths of the earth, slaughtering those he met; he finally smiled. Before him stood a massive stone seal, interlaid with dozens of seals and spells that showed the desperation of which the prisoner was sealed. Stepping over the crystalized remains of it's guards, he chuckled, and traced a finger over the stone. It glowed with brilliant power, displaying the wards placed over it; before the brilliant and pure golden magic began to turn black. A decay spread through the bonds of magic and power, eating away at the spells and leaving nothing behind. The stone fell, crumbling to dust, and leaving the doorway open.

"Just you wait, my love.. I'll be reunited with you yet."

(Good evening, morning, or afternoon! I'm looking for a partner who's willing to play an evil queen/empress, who's just now been rescued from her *totally not deserved* imprisonment by her human husband! I quite like the possibilities this prompt has, and I'm hoping you do as well!

I don't really have any specific species for the queen that I want to be played, or any romantic dynamic in mind- except for our characters being absolutely obsessed with each other. I'm talking a Morticia and Gomez sort of relationship, one that oozes love and passion. And power, of course.. now, below this will be a few things that are need to know/kinks, though I do want to say that I'm willing to roll with plenty of kinks! Even ones like incest- our characters are already evil, so taboo situations like that don't exactly need to matter here; do they?

*I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+*