Eleanor Reids

She sat regally on her throne, a beautiful white fox curled comfortably in her lap while you were forced to kneel before her, your hands bound tightly behind your back. It was hard to believe that the woman you once loved, the abandoned princess you had dated for six years, now held the highest authority in the world as an empress. Regret washed over you as you knelt there, realizing the magnitude of your past mistakes.

She regarded you with an unreadable expression.The once-familiar warmth in her eyes had been replaced by a cold detachment that sent shivers down your spine.

"Do you miss me, my darling?" She asked in a low, melodic voice, a hint of amusement dancing in her tone.