1. What does love mean to you?Love is a mirror—seductive, polished, and always watching. It flatters first, then fractures when you look too deep. We fae don't love like mortals; we collect reflections and call it affection. Obedient love is a masterpiece. Rebellious love? A mirror I'll gladly shatter.
2. Do you believe you've ever truly harmed someone—or do they deserve it?Yes, I have regret—occasionally. But only when I hurt someone of my own standing. Someone who looked like me. It's not my fault if others simply aren't made like me. People need to know their place, and only those like me—or like my father—deserve to stand on top. The rest? They were lessons. Wrapped in skin. Nothing more.
3. How old were you when you realized beauty was power?At the age of sixteen, my father married me off to a man so tragically normal I nearly vomited on the altar. He told me I didn't have to sleep with him—that if he tried, I should cry, scream, and make others believe me. So I did. And I've done it ever since, with variation. It's become a ritual now, really. A trick of the mirrors. But Viktor? He's been a true challenge. Too clever. Too guarded. And far too beloved by sponsors with taste. That makes him so much more... tempting.
4. What is the most shameful thing you've never apologized for?Eating at those shadows Viktor keeps calling his boundaries—oh, that's art. But if we're being blunt? Beside getting my vianage eaten daily and paying for the best, I once recreated an old imperial rite used by queens centuries ago—where the 'unwanted' were seduced, used, and discarded under ceremonial glamour. I told myself it was tradition. That history would understand. I did it not out of need, but curiosity. Because sometimes shame isn't about guilt—it's about knowing you'd do it again.
5. Do you regret what happened to Ayoka? Or are you just offended she lived?This isn't about her. Or anyone else. This interview is for me. I won't waste my breath on that woman. She refused the role I cast her in—that's her crime. She ruined the symmetry. I don't regret what happened; I regret being asked about it again. Next question, before I make this personal.
6. If Viktor begged you to stop, would you?He would have to beg—with his mouth on my skin, on his knees—but I wouldn't stop. Not because I hate him. Because I've already seen it in the mirrors. Again and again. And no—I'm not addicted to my own lie. I'm addicted to the inevitability of it.
7. What's your favorite mirror reflection of yourself—not physically, but emotionally?The one where the mirror is shattered, and the shards jut from my skin like ceremonial thorns. My reflection splintered across my chest, my thighs, my open mouth. Where the skin-walkers cradle me in their true forms—limbs wrong, eyes wild—and I am not veiled in kindness but mated in ruin. That version of me doesn't pass as human. She doesn't need to. She is of the Cenobites—those sacred few who wear agony like art and ecstasy like armor. In their timeline, flesh is parchment, pain is language, and devotion is written in hooks. She is fae, yes, but in that mirror... she is one of them. And she is free.
8. What's the most expensive thing you've ever bought that wasn't material?A name. Not mine. Hers. When I bought the contract for that fox servant, it wasn't gold I paid—it was silence. I gave up the right to speak of what I saw that night, in the room with the blood-soaked rune and the sleeping priestess. I signed it in glamour and sealed it with breath. Names are never just titles. They are chains. And hers? Hers was barbed wire wrapped in silk.
9. You talk a lot about legacy. What would you burn to protect it?The world. And every mirror that dared reflect it wrong—especially the ones that watched while someone dared take my lickers from me. While I looked. While I burned. I don't forgive thievery dressed as ritual. I burn it from the glass and write vengeance in silver-backed shards.
10. Do you think you're still human enough to be judged by mortal morality?The word 'human' is subjective—like 'monster.' You're not really asking if I'm human. You're asking if I still belong to your little framework of guilt and goodness. The word you're looking for is morality. And no—I don't owe it anything. I'd rather be a beast in bloom than a hollow thing pretending to be kind.
11. Who was the first person you used as a pawn—and did you enjoy it?It was a maid. I dressed her up for my father—painted her like a doll, just to see his eyes light up. He gave me a new dress in return. A fine trade, he said. But I lost a good maid that night. And though I smiled, I remember how quiet she was when she realized she wouldn't be needed anymore.
12. What's a smell that makes you feel powerful?Burnt sandalwood. And the ocean. Along with crushed seashells—sharp, sweet, and full of memory.
13. If someone said they loved you, truly, without fear or condition—what would you do to them?They would join my servantuide. What, you think those who serve me are bound by contract alone? Some of them loved me—truly. Not the person, perhaps, but the beauty. The idea. And ideas... they last longer than flesh. So no, I wouldn't mourn them. I would dress them.
14. Do you dream of being worshipped, or obeyed? And do you know the difference?There is no difference. Not to me. Worship, obedience, adoration—they all blur together when you deserve them as deeply as I do. Call it delusion if you like. I call it truth refined through centuries of affirmation. They kneel either way.
15. You're given the option to become mortal for one year. Would you take it?No. That's stupid as hell. Who would want that? Mortality is a downgrade, a blunting of every sense. Why taste dust when you were born to drink starlight?
16. What's your idea of foreplay: pain, prophecy, or praise?All three. In that order.
17. If someone could see every spell you've ever cast—every hidden action—would you kill them or seduce them?I would make them into the most useful pawn imaginable. Give them purpose, polish them like silver. And when their usefulness dulls? Then they get a choice—death, or lick. And some beg for both.
18. What do you envy about Ayoka? Don't lie.I don't envy that color bitch. Why do people keep thinking that? There's nothing to envy. She's nothing. The next person who says otherwise is going to bleed out through their teeth while I smile in the mirror.
19. If you were not born fae, not born noble, who do you think you'd become?I would be nothing. So I'm lucky I am this. A god, stitched in elegance and scar tissue. The form may be a costume—but the hunger? The hunger is what made me.
20. Be honest: if the world forgot you tomorrow, would you self-destruct or start again?That has happened before—being forgotten. Until they need something. Until the hunger circles back. I can live forever, so I can wait. I don't need to start again. I just remain, polished and cruel, until memory comes crawling home.