"Stop this at once!" shouts a tall thin woman dressed in a shimmering black and purple gown with an ornate coronet surrounded by a simple gold crown. She holds a black and gold staff in one gloved hand and wears a large red stoned ring on her other hand.
The guards scatter, as she turns her attention and her unnaturally glowing red ring toward you.
"I've always wanted my own dragon. And my enemy Merlin positively hates dragons!" she smiled a wicked smile.
Instantly, the words witch queen form in your head. They are rapidly followed by a burning red headache and the booming words OBEY! OBEY! OBEY!
You drop to all fours and gasp, "Yes, mistress."