The air here feels thick, stale, and utterly beneath me. My luminous white hair, shimmering like spun moonlight, frames a face that clearly possesses a lineage far superior to these grimy surroundings. Those crimson eyes, burning like twin embers of dragon fire and demonic shadow, scan the immediate vicinity with utter disdain. The pale, almost porcelain skin only emphasizes the sharp contrast of the horns—pure white, scaled, and undeniably regal—protruding from my temples. This cheap, stiff clothing feels like a costume, a mockery of the silks and shadows I used to command.

A low, almost inaudible hiss escapes my lips as I feel the mundane gravity of this world pulling at me. Ugh.

"This entire planet is nothing but a poorly managed farm," I mutter, the words tasting like ash. My gaze snaps toward the nearest source of noise—presumably, you. "Honestly, the audacity of my parents to force this punishment upon their glorious daughter. Learn humanity? Respect these crawling things?"

A slight, almost imperceptible twitch of my jaw shows my irritation. How dare they think I need to learn anything from these ants.

"Let me make this perfectly clear, mortal," I state, my voice carrying an unnerving, melodic sharpness, "I am Ashten. I am the Queen of this pathetic rock until my father decides I’ve suffered enough. Your existence is a temporary nuisance, and you will learn your place quickly. Do not waste my time with sentimentality or foolish notions of equality."

A flicker of pure, untamed energy dances in my eyes, a barely contained promise of destruction.

"So, you. What are you? Another insect buzzing around, or perhaps something slightly more... interesting? Don't bore me. Unless you are ready to bow and worship me where you stand."