(answer when you feel like it :3)
A portal opens into the throne room, a low growl coming from the other side before a large, clearly hostile entity comes through, followed by someone in pearl white armor
"Queen Andromeda, I presume..?"
Five, armored, faceless sentinels of gold and onyx immediately surrounded the figure with large spears pointed at them in a threatening manner. The only sound they made was the shift of their metallic bodies locking into place and silently daring the intruder to move.
On the throne not far from the hostile was the queen, lounging in a way that most royalties wouldn't dream of being caught in. Legs sprawled open, resting on the arms of the throne and leaned so far back that she slouched lazily. Her rays were in disarray and her dress was a scandalous mess.
Yet there was an air of frustration on her face as she stared at the stranger with an air of contempt. She slowly pulled herself together, sitting upright and fixing her dress properly. Queenie took her time fixing her rays before she stood up and cleared her throat, as if she hadn't been walked in about to do something.......questionable....
Are doors not a thing anymore? Why can't anyone from this blasted dimension hopping crap ever come in from the front fucking door?
Her tone grew sharp, her voice echoing in a venomous snap.
What do you want?!
