Lady Selinthra's Scheme

Lady Selinthra paced the cold, stone floor of her chamber, the shadows of flickering torches casting eerie patterns on the walls. Her silver hair shimmered in the dim light, and her icy blue eyes burned with unspoken determination. Behind her stood her most trusted lieutenant, Ravok, a hulking figure with sharp, angular features and a voice as smooth as silk.

"Lady Selinthra," Ravok said, folding his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. "Are you certain this is wise? Skye Drakonis isn't known for his hospitality."

Selinthra stopped pacing, turning sharply to face him. "Of course, it's not wise, Ravok," she snapped. "But necessity often makes fools of us all. If Lucian is to fall, I must align with those who share the same ambition."

Ravok raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "Ambition? That's putting it kindly. Skye Drakonis is a serpent, my lady. If we step into his lair, we may not step out again."