Rolled 5, 16, 13 = 34 (3d20)
>>5923606“<STOP RIGHT THERE!>”
The voice where bellows forth is not that of any man, or beast, but of a woman—of a Queen. However, you don’t just hear the command, but FEEL it. The emerald eyes which meet your own reflect the shadow-light of the <Faerie Fire>, yes, but they also blaze with a force all their own. Queen Ekaterine rises up from her bed, but not as one might imagine such a dainty and demure young woman as you met two years ago would do so. You could imagine such a girl as that perched upon the bed, clutching her sleepclothes tight, like a frightened housewife perched upon a chair to avoid a mouse or rat. That isn’t what you see here, though. Rather, you see a woman drawn up to a greater height than you have ever seen before—on Earth, at least. Her white gown is like a robe of office, her simple bonnet a crown of state, he bed a pedestal or podium from which to pronounce judgement. Despite being roughly your own height, she seems suddenly a colossus, and her eyes upon you a condemnation. You feel the urge to repent, to apologize, to submit. You feel it deeply, instinctively, almost as you had when Pricness Yllarquin of the Three-Quarter Moon had tried to stop your escape from Holy Luna.
“Nnn,” you grunt, straining to reject the influence.
You might have expected something like this compulsion from the Prince Consort, the so-called 'Dragon King'... But from the Queen?!
[Rolling Courage to see if you can resist the Queen's aura effect without spending any MP to use <Free Senses>]
