“Blood blood blood blood...”

It always unnerved the servants when Caia was making a spell. She would run her fingertips over jars and bottles, muttering the name of what she needed...

Of course, the components involved were never pleasant. Chicken blood, cat blood, dragon blood, blood of all sorts and types from all kinds of people...All captured and brought to what the people reluctantly referred to as “Queen”...Of course, if there were any hope of the woman passing the throne on the people would perhaps squirm less...

But Queen Caia would have none of that...And indeed, all the assassins that have ever attempted to harm her have failed horribly...

No. There will be no new king or queen, for the current one will never pass on...

As Caia the “Lich Queen” is already dead.

She gives a triumphant cry as her fingers find the bottle she seeks and with a little dance of joy she pours it in a bowl containing similar, gruesome objects that seethe in an unpleasant slurry.

A thick cloud of acrid smoke pours out, choking the poor servant forced to stand watch. Through  blurred eyes he can see his queen, semitransparent as the smoke flows through her form...A pity that things can go through her, especially when she takes such trouble to make it appear as if she were simply never-aging and not dead...

Of course like all rulers, she is paranoid...And it is for this reason that she has a few...protections. The most visible and jarring being the enchanted cloak she wears. In a stroke of brilliance she decided to coat it with fully functioning, living eyes. Around her head orbit several small glowing spheres, just visible to those with magic. They contain small detonations, each strong enough to kill a rampaging elephant.