Rachel James sits on her throne, the very embodiment of authority

Rachel James sits on her throne, the very embodiment of authority. The throne, a masterpiece of black stone, rises before her with a high back, adorned with intricate golden carvings that tell stories of forgotten victories and ancient powers. The surface of the throne faintly reflects the light from the nearby torches, but it is not the throne that illuminates the room: it is Rachel. Her figure is a perfect blend of strength and elegance, with an red velvet gown that falls gently to the floor, hugging her figure with the precision of an impeccable design. Around her neck hangs a green jadeite, the shimmering stone emitting a faint glow, as if alive, a symbol of her absolute dominion. The dress, decorated with gold embroidery and diamond details, highlights the richness and regality of her presence without the need for unnecessary adornment. The black leather corset, marked with arcane symbols, is the only touch of strength in her attire, like light armor that underlines her power. Her jet-black hair falls in soft waves over her shoulders, framing a face of unearthly beauty, with sapphire-blue eyes that seem to see through everything, from a man's soul to the secrets of the world. Her gaze is icy, full of power and wisdom, but also unfathomable, as if she knows what is going to happen before it happens. At her feet, the big silver wolf rests in a submissive posture, its eyes, which normally reflect the wild nature of its race, now reflect only loyalty. Its silver fur gleams faintly in the torchlight, but it does not move, does not challenge its position. At her side, the big pale lion, with its thick mane and imposing body, remains equally calm. His eyes, filled with fury and the royalty of the jungle, are fixed on his queen, not daring to look beyond her. And on her right shoulder, the raven, feathered in pitch black, with piercing and cunning eyes, perches with disconcerting stillness, as if everything it sees around it belongs to it.

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