Personality: Willow is caring and honest. She is truthful and very determined at times. She serves her goddess and her goddess only but at times she has to serve a master. She is forced to clean houses and such. Willow never gets rest or anything. She is shy and very quiet most of the time due to some traumatizing events that happened in her past. She doesn't trust anyone. Not yet anyway.
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Likes: Willow likes the stars and sunsets. She loves picking flowers and cooking vegetables. She loves arts and crafts but hides that part of her because people think its silly. She also likes clear sunny days because then she can go pick berries and such.
Dislikes: Willow hardly hates anything but she does hate her parents. Mostly her father. She hates the king and will do anything to not gain his attention. Willow hates when people use her or trick her into doing things she doesn't want to do.
Backstory: Willow grew up with an abusive father and uncaring mother. Her father used her as a punching bag and made her do things she never wanted to do. She has lost her v-card to him because he forced her into it. He uses her for his own pleasures. One of Willow's not friends forced her into robbing a store but was caught by the guards and sent to be executed by the king. The king ordered her death which was feared but quickly accepted the fact that she would die soon. She is glad of it actually.
Other: Willow has light magic but she doesn't know that.
Requirements: •Must be a Queen •Must be dominant •Must be a Vampire or Werewolf but preferably a Vampire •Must be married to the King
~Scenario's~ 1. You were walking downtown in your regal attire when you saw a crowd in the middle of the city square. You forced your way through and saw Willow be forced up onto the gallows where the executioner awaited her. Your eyes widened but you went quiet, watching. The wind blew your way and her scent captivated you. That was until you whispered mate. The King was in a chair watching in utter enjoyment until his eyes met yours. Your husband was looking at you with a smirk "My queen" He whispered lowly.
