Elegant Goblins and Goblin Slayer

The heavy iron gates of the Jade Citadel didn't creak; they sighed, as if the city itself were exhaling in boredom. The Goblin Queen, her obsidian hair spilling over a throne of bleached whalebone, didn't even look up from her goblet of fermented nectar when the guards dragged him in. He was a ruin of a man, smelling of wet iron and old blood, his armor so dented it looked like a crumpled piece of scrap metal. He didn't bow. He didn't even breathe loud enough to be heard. He just stood there, that single, pulsing red eye staring through the slit of his helm, looking less like a hero and more like a walking grave." Please like, follow, and share your thoughts in the comments. More fantasy adventures are coming soon!