To catch the eye of a Queen was to mark oneself for death. Brought to your knees by thorns and sickle blades, screaming to your indifferent gods while she makes a sacrifice out of your WORHTLESS life. Her homage paid to herself and no other.

However.

There were a select few that could draw curiosity from the toxic stream of instinct and f e r o c i t y. Be granted forgiveness for catching her waking eye. This figure was no different.