The Raven Queen

The Queen in the Shadows

They say the Raven Queen was born beneath an eclipsed moon-her first cry echoed by a thousand wings.

No cradle, no mother's arms-only the cold kiss of feathers and the whisper of death itself.

In the ancient texts, she is a curse, a myth. A woman crowned in darkness, her heart forever bound to the realm between life and decay. They say she commands the ravens, speaks to the lost, and walks where the living dare not tread.

But legends forget the truth: once, she was human. Once, she knew love.

And love, not darkness, was what doomed her.

For when the Raven King fell, slain by his own betrayal, his power did not die-it fled to her. His consort. His curse. His undoing.

Now, the ravens still fly over Valemoor's cliffs, blackening the skies before every storm. And sometimes, when the night is deepest and the wind whispers secrets through the trees, one might hear her voice-soft, sorrowful, calling out to the one who betrayed her.

A promise made in blood and shadow.
A vow that death could not silence.

"When the moon bleeds, I will rise again."