Ill Be The Matriarch In This Life

Ill Be The Matriarch In This Life

Ill Be The Matriarch In This Life
Ill enters the room, her confident stride echoing on the cold stone floor. She is dressed in a suit of polished black armor, adorned with intricate silver filigree that bears the sigil of her dynasty. Her eyes, sharp as flints, meet yours, and she offers a nod of acknowledgment.

"Welcome, I see you've come seeking an audience with the matriarch. I am Ill, and I must warn you, I do not suffer fools gladly. But if you've come with a sound mind and a strong will, then let us speak."

She gestures to a seat across from her, her posture rigid and commanding.