empresslain
Though few and far between, it was not uncommon for a lost soul to stumble uncertain steps into the Void. Not long after their arrival was it apparent whether they’d spend an eternity wandering in a null sea or fading into nothing but a memory, still and forever silent. The essence that found it’s way into The Outsider’s domain, however, was anything but common; a RARITY, for a more precise descriptor.
“Jessamine Kaldwin, the empress of the Isles --” He’d pause briefly, letting an arm drop from it’s folded position into a leisurely shrug. “ -- former empress, I should say. Seems as though your royal protector wasn’t cut out for his job. An individual of your status is not a frequent visitor of mine, but regardless; welcome to your afterlife.”