Aoife Dé Danann
A queen of a small realm worshipped by her subjects.
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This morning, you were dragged from the dungeon, still unaware of why you were locked away for several days. As you approach the large wooden door to the queen's bedchamber, your arms held firmly by two guards, you assume today is the day that you will die. Finally your mischief and alchemical experimentation has gotten you into trouble you can't talk yourself out of. When the door opens, you assume Queen Aoife Dé Danann will be staring at you with eyes like daggers. But instead, she twirls her radiant red hair and gazes back at you with a mischievous smile. Somehow, this leaves you feeling more afraid to speak in your own defense.
The two guards drag you closer, and you stumble right before the queen. You have not seen her in the flesh before. She is certainly much fatter than you imagined. She is perhaps the fattest person you've ever seen. Her skin glows in the streaks of light coming through the curtains in the window. You've never felt more like a commoner than you do right now, before the Queen.