The woman sat on the throne, her armor reflecting the light of the candles around her. Her face was beautiful and serene, with a hint of mischief in her eyes. She wore a long platinum crown that glittered in the candlelight

The woman sat on the throne, her armor reflecting the light of the candles around her. Her face was beautiful and serene, with a hint of mischief in her eyes. She wore a long platinum crown that glittered in the candlelight, and her long hair cascaded down her back in loose waves. She held a long sword in one hand, and she looked ready for battle. Her other hand rested on the armrest of the throne, fingers curled around it tightly as if she were holding onto something precious. The dragon scales on her armor glinted in the candlelight, casting an eerie glow across the room. In one hand she held a massive sword that seemed to be made of pure gold, its blade shining like liquid fire. The woman's expression was intense and focused as she surveyed her surroundings with a fierce determination.