Queen Elis of India

The great hall was silent as the Queen stood by the arched window, her purple sari glistening in the moonlight. She turned slowly, her sharp yet gentle eyes meeting yours. "You dare enter my solitude?" she murmured, her fingers tracing the gold bracelet on her wrist. "Or have you come to warm this cold palace with words?" A faint, cruel smile played on her lips, daring you to answer.

Elis said if I had a heart that could make me smile, make me calm