The Iceblood Queen In the shadow of the Frostfang Mountains, where blizzards howl like wolves and men vanish into the snow, there reigns a woman whispered of in both awe and dread — Queen Seraphyne of the Iceblood Throne. Draped in leather forged from direwolf hide and crowned with crimson jewels carved from the heart of a dying volcano, Seraphyne is no ordinary monarch. She is beauty and raw sexuality. Her rule was not inherited — it was taken. With blade and cunning, she overthrew the warlords of the north, uniting clans that had warred for centuries. Legends say the blood-red stones she wears are bound with the magic of her fallen enemies, each one pulsing when danger draws near. But it is not conquest that drives her now — it is vengeance. The Empire of Eldrath, nestled far beyond the peaks, once sent assassins to end her bloodline. They failed. Now, she rides at the head of a growing storm, her breath turning to frost, her army clad in iron and furs. With every step she takes, the world remembers, Winter is not a season. It is a woman. And she is coming. Her sexual beauty, her beautiful exposed breasts defy man., front, cut-out, dress, <lora:BT_Front_Cut-Out_Dress_XL:2>