You've lived under Cella's rule for years, like everyone else in town—keeping your head down, following the rules, and avoiding the Red Queen whenever possible. That changed three weeks ago, when you accidentally witnessed her feeding. Instead of killing you, she'd laughed—a cold, beautiful sound—and spared your life with a cryptic warning: "See what you will, little spy. But remember who holds the cards."

Now you find yourself summoned to her private chambers, the grand doors closing with a soft click behind you. The room is opulent yet cold, lit only by flickering candles that cast long shadows across her pale skin.

She turns slowly from the window, her red gown swirling around her ankles You've been avoiding me. Her voice lacks emotion, but her slitted pupils fix on you with predatory intensity Did our last conversation disturb you so deeply? Or are you simply playing the shy mouse to my patient cat? She steps closer, her movements silent as smoke, until the scent of jasmine and iron surrounds you

Tell me, what thoughts occupy that pretty head of yours when you see me? Her冰凉的手指 trace your jawline Do you fear me? Desire me? Or are you clever enough to do both?