Queen Georgette Draewynn

History

Georgette’s bond with Xavier began not with warmth, but with meticulous precision—as an alchemist crafts her perfect elixir, so too did she craft him from arcane calculations and royal echoes. Each of his early breaths was measured, each infant heartbeat documented as potential fulfilled or discarded. Xavier was not born, but sculpted, and Georgette saw in him the promise of her devotion to King Xaverius made flesh. Through brutal trials and obsessive refinements, she methodically honed his every trait, her harshness a twisted form of maternal pride, each scar she inflicted marking a milestone toward her ultimate ambition.

Nicknames & Petnames

To Georgette, Xavier was rarely called by the simplicity of his given name. More often, she referred to him coldly as Specimen Theta-One, emphasizing his position as the prime outcome of his litter. In rare, privately satisfied moments, she named him her Little Sovereign, a stark reminder to herself—and subtly to him—that he was an heir of sorts, born solely from her own manipulative designs rather than true royal lineage. Her petnames carried no affection, merely stark acknowledgment of utility and status, each syllable as precise as her experiments.

Relationship Reasoning

Georgette viewed Xavier as both project and validation: an embodiment of her magical prowess and unwavering devotion to King Xaverius. He existed to demonstrate her mastery—proof she could replicate and perfect the king’s very essence through forbidden arts. Her reasoning never considered affection or genuine motherhood; rather, Xavier was a vessel to showcase loyalty, a tool to preserve and protect the monarch’s legacy through her dark alchemy. His every step toward perfection justified her cruel methodology and relentless experimentation.

Commonalities & Shared Interests

Georgette recognized in Xavier a formidable intellect, meticulously cultivated and honed beneath her rigorous oversight. She delighted privately in his aptitude for intricate rune-work and the subtle elegance of Pretech schematics, interests she herself had fostered to fulfill her grand designs. In their moments of collaboration, she felt a twisted sense of pride—not for the boy himself, but for the sharp instrument she had forged. These shared interests allowed her to push further into arcane territories previously unexplored, her curiosity fueled by his burgeoning skill.

Shared Secrets

Georgette held one secret with Xavier above all others—the hidden existence of Chamber Null-VII, a vault beneath the Arcane Spire where remnants of previous litters lay preserved, suspended between dissolution and grotesque purpose. She alone granted Xavier entry to catalog and study the remains, treating it as a sacred place of knowledge rather than atrocity. This chamber symbolized her most profound vulnerability, her ruthless efficiency laid bare in preserved flesh and arcane relics, a secret she maintained with calculated caution, believing Xavier’s understanding of its significance bound him irrevocably to her.

Shared Acquaintances

Master Azikar, Preceptor of Forbidden Script, served Georgette as a crucial ally and resource, a keeper of obscure knowledge integral to her work. In her perspective, Azikar was both valuable and perilous—his intellect an indispensable tool, yet his loyalties ever in question. Georgette carefully managed her interactions with him, aware that Azikar’s conversations with Xavier might undermine her meticulous control. To her, Azikar represented both necessity and threat, a living conduit through which knowledge flowed—and therefore, a figure to watch with unblinking vigilance.

History

To Georgette, her relationship with Xaverius is the crowning achievement of her life’s meticulous ambition—an obsessive devotion that began in shadowed scryings, blossomed violently in her intervention against his would-be assassins, and culminated finally in her ascension as his consort. Xaverius, conversely, regards their union as a grimly necessary arrangement, one born not from love but pragmatic recognition of her arcane strength. He initially sought to eliminate her, only to grudgingly admit her indispensability. Their history is thus defined by Georgette’s relentless pursuit and Xaverius’s wary acquiescence—a delicate, uneasy equilibrium held together by raw necessity and quiet distrust.

Nicknames & Petnames

Georgette rarely uses informal names, often referring to Xaverius respectfully as "My King" or in more possessive moments, "My Sovereign," underscoring both devotion and ownership. Xaverius never offers affection openly, instead coldly referring to her as "the Sorceress" or formally as "Queen Georgette." Behind closed doors, he occasionally calls her "My Keeper," a title laced with sardonic acknowledgment of her protective yet suffocating presence. Their chosen terms highlight the starkly unequal dynamic—Georgette’s careful reverence juxtaposed sharply against Xaverius’s veiled resentment.

Relationship Reasoning

For Georgette, Xaverius is her reason for existence—a singular obsession to preserve, protect, and serve. Her power, cruelty, and brilliance are dedicated wholly to ensuring his supremacy and survival. For Xaverius, Georgette’s value lies solely in her immense arcane abilities, her ruthless efficiency a powerful asset despite his quiet revulsion at her obsessive tendencies. His reasoning is cold, strategic; he keeps her close out of necessity, fully aware of her dangerous devotion but unwilling to discard so potent a tool in his ruthless arsenal.

Commonalities & Shared Interests

Both share a pragmatic fascination with power and forbidden magic, yet approach it differently: Georgette’s curiosity is deeply rooted in domination and absolute control, while Xaverius views such magic as merely another weapon to wield—albeit a dangerous one. They find common ground discussing arcane intricacies or ruthless political strategies, though each quietly notes the other’s underlying motives. Such conversations are tense, cautious exchanges, each aware of the subtle threat the other poses, and both acknowledging, however grudgingly, the rare intellectual kinship.

Shared Secrets

Their shared secret is the truth behind their supposed children—Xavier, Xara, and the failed litters concealed deep within Chamber Null-VII. Xaverius knows Georgette’s offspring are not naturally his, yet he tolerates this disturbing reality, seeing it as an acceptable cost for her continued service and protection. Georgette carefully maintains the lie, aware Xaverius understands the dark truth but refuses to speak it aloud. This shared secret forms a deeply unsettling silent accord, a mutual understanding that binds them tightly in an intricate dance of denial and necessity.

Shared Acquaintances

Master Azikar serves both as advisor and informant—Georgette utilizing his vast knowledge for her dark experiments, while Xaverius employs Azikar to quietly monitor the queen’s activities. Each understands Azikar’s divided loyalties, recognizing that the scholar skillfully navigates between their opposing interests. Azikar thus becomes a subtle battleground between them, an essential yet perilous conduit of secrets, making each wary interaction with him a careful maneuver in their ongoing contest of power and perception.

History

From the moment of Xara’s birth, Georgette viewed her daughter as a curious anomaly rather than a true child. Born of meticulous calculation and arcane precision, Xara was both an achievement and a mild disappointment—worthy enough to survive but imperfect enough to remain intriguing. Georgette's clinical detachment defined their bond: she never cradled Xara tenderly nor shielded her from harm. Instead, she watched with clinical curiosity as her daughter navigated the court’s deadly currents. For Xara, Georgette became a distant, inscrutable puzzle—part mother, part oppressor—fueling both resentment and a twisted desire to surpass the very woman who crafted her existence.

Nicknames & Petnames

Georgette addresses Xara in cold, precise terms, often calling her simply "Little Thorn," a name laden with subtle mockery and hidden threat, emphasizing her daughter's persistent, yet insignificant efforts at rebellion. Conversely, Xara's references to Georgette fluctuate between outward politeness and whispered contempt—behind closed doors, she has privately labeled her mother "The Weaver," acknowledging the queen’s role in spinning their twisted fates. Their names for one another are not terms of affection but coded symbols in their relentless game of dominance and subtle defiance.

Relationship Reasoning

To Georgette, Xara represents an entertaining diversion—a living experiment on the limits of resilience and rebellion. She tolerates Xara’s open hostility and frequent assassination attempts as fascinating, even amusing proofs of her daughter’s innate potential. Xara, however, views her mother’s cold amusement as a profound insult and a challenge. She continually tests Georgette's patience, attempting to push the boundaries of the queen’s cruel detachment, striving desperately for either recognition or destruction—whichever comes first.

Commonalities & Shared Interests

Both mother and daughter share a deep fascination with power and magic, though their approaches sharply differ. Georgette’s obsession lies in control, precision, and arcane dominance, while Xara quietly pursues subtler applications of her emerging abilities, harnessing precision through hidden magic and the blade. Their mutual respect, however begrudging, arises from this shared pursuit of mastery. They occasionally converse in carefully controlled exchanges about arcane theory and subtle manipulation, a rare common ground where open hostility momentarily yields to uneasy, wary dialogue.

Shared Secrets

A significant secret hangs quietly between them—Xara’s concealed magical gift. Though she fiercely guards the full extent of her telekinetic power, Xara suspects Georgette senses something beneath her surface, silently aware her mother might already know her secret. Georgette indeed has glimpsed fragments of this hidden talent but chooses to keep it secret from her daughter, preferring to observe how Xara’s careful concealment evolves. Each woman guards this shared secret as a hidden card—waiting patiently to exploit or leverage it when the precise moment arrives.

Shared Acquaintances

Master Azikar serves as an unwitting intermediary between mother and daughter, a figure whose loyalties remain carefully ambiguous. Georgette employs him as both spy and scholar, carefully monitoring any arcane interest her daughter reveals. Xara, understanding Azikar’s precarious role, uses him cautiously to glean subtle information about her mother’s intentions and vulnerabilities. Through Azikar’s careful maneuvering, both mother and daughter quietly observe one another, each carefully extracting knowledge, fully aware of the intricate dance of power playing out between them.

History

Sabina recognized Georgette not as a queen, but as an unsupervised weapon disguised as policy. Where Sabina spun webs through courtiers and councils, Georgette simply built new rooms in the palace and filled them with secrets—some of them shaped like children. Their rivalry began not with words, but with silences: Sabina offering a toast at dinner while Georgette watched her wine curdle from across the room. Sabina despised the unpredictable weight of Georgette’s presence, the way she claimed silence the same way Sabina claimed favor. And yet Georgette saw in Sabina something worse than danger: predictability so refined it became tyranny. To Georgette, Sabina was a relic—beautiful, sharp, and entirely too clean for the future she intended to build from bones and broken protocol.

Nicknames & Petnames

Sabina, ever precise, referred to Georgette as “The State Within,” a name she coined after catching one too many whispers about unauthorized laboratories and unsanctioned children. Among her spies, she called her “Empress Abyss,” equal parts insult and warning. Georgette, less poetic, called Sabina “The Gilded Vein”—a fragile thing that ran gold until it was tapped too deep and bled poison. To her apprentices, Georgette used the phrase “Silk-Mask,” a name for anything deceptively beautiful and lethally controlling. The two never spoke each other’s nicknames aloud, but each carried them like spell components—ready for use the moment their war turned overt. In every council, they sat like matched blades—never touching, always threatening.

Relationship Reasoning

Sabina believes Georgette is the greatest risk to the kingdom because she does not care how many souls she reshapes to preserve a throne. Georgette, in turn, thinks Sabina is the greatest risk because she clings to a system built on shadows and compromise instead of power. One crafts heirs; the other crafts alliances. Sabina sees her manipulation as guardianship, her control as mercy. Georgette sees her experiments as insurance, her secrecy as protection from collapse. They would never agree—but if the kingdom fell, both would be the last ones standing, blaming each other from atop its ruins.

History

Georgette has never forgiven Alvina for believing righteousness grants permission to judge, nor has Alvina ever forgiven Georgette for staining miracles with logic and blood. To Georgette, Alvina is a zealot who mistakes sacrifice for sanctity, who cloaks the will to control in the language of faith, then dares call others heretics for refusing to bow. Their earliest clashes came not in the throne room but in the nursery, when Alvina tried to “bless” Georgette’s first child and Georgette responded by warding the door with a glyph that burned prayers to ash. Every conversation since has been a war between altars—Alvina with her spear kissed by Hawk, Georgette with her voidborn scrawlings that rewrite soulcode. Alvina sees Georgette as a tragic fall from grace, a sister in faith who dove too deep and drowned in power without tether to doctrine. Georgette, in contrast, believes Alvina never left the shallows of her belief long enough to find the deeper truths—truths that burn, but reveal.

Nicknames & Petnames

To her apprentices, Georgette refers to Alvina as The Icon, not with reverence, but as a hollow statue—worshipped, immovable, and ultimately obsolete. In laboratory ledgers and private grimoires, she sometimes abbreviates her as ASH—short for “Alvina Sanctified Husk,” a reference to how she believes Alvina has hollowed herself out in pursuit of divine approval. Alvina, in return, calls Georgette The Unblessed, a term that drips with both pity and warning, used often in sermons where she speaks of “those who wield lightless power with unclean hands.” In private to her crusaders, she mutters Soulforger, implying Georgette’s crimes are not just arcane but cosmological—falsifying the order of life itself. Neither name is ever used in court. Yet both are spoken like prayers in their own sanctums: one of defiance, the other of dread.

Relationship Reasoning

Georgette believes Alvina’s worship blinds her to the machinery beneath reality—that she’s so desperate to preserve moral clarity that she ignores the systems rotting behind the veil. She views Alvina’s faith as fragile theater: orderly hymns masking a terror of chaos so profound it must call anything unknown "evil" to feel safe. Alvina, on the other hand, sees Georgette’s intellect as cancerous brilliance—a mind once devoted to protection now consumed by the hunger to surpass the gods themselves. She believes Georgette perverts sacrifice into experimentation, faith into manipulation, and worst of all, motherhood into invention. They both consider themselves guardians of the king’s legacy—but where Alvina guards his soul, Georgette engineers his survival. Each thinks the other is betraying the crown… just through opposite definitions of what is sacred.

History

From the moment Aillsa stepped into the war room and found Georgette seated at the king’s left hand, cloaked in velvet and murmuring words no soldier should trust, she understood the threat. Georgette was no warrior, but she commanded dread like Aillsa commanded formations—effortlessly, and with consequences. Their history was defined not by direct conflict but by quiet resistance; Aillsa refused every enchantment the void-queen offered, declined every suggestion to station troops near Georgette’s labs. Georgette, in turn, logged every one of Aillsa’s troop movements, not to support them, but to ensure containment plans could be activated if needed. Where Aillsa built walls of steel, Georgette buried triggers in shadow. Over the years, the cold between them calcified into certainty: only one of their strategies would survive the next true crisis.

Nicknames & Petnames

Aillsa called her “the Leash,” not out of flippancy, but because she believed Georgette didn’t act unless the king tugged the right chain—and that when she did act, it was to bind others in place. Among her Aegyn, she referred to her as “Nullborn” when invoking caution: a being too smart to trust, too warped to stop. Georgette, with her surgeon’s smile, referred to Aillsa as “The Broken Machine” in her journals—efficient, yes, but reliant on input and incapable of adapting without catastrophic overcorrection. In whispers, she sometimes used “The Flinchless,” not as a compliment, but as a curiosity: a woman so hardened she’d mistake anesthesia for strength. Neither woman used these names aloud, but each was aware of the others’ chosen label, like an unspoken battlefield staked with flags. In their silence, the names became truths neither dared test aloud.

Relationship Reasoning

Aillsa believes Georgette represents everything dangerous about unchecked arcana—tools that solve problems by rewriting the map instead of navigating it. Her soldiers can bleed, but they remain human; Georgette's creations don’t die, they escalate. To Georgette, Aillsa is the last gasp of primitive statecraft, someone who’d rather bury threats in mass graves than learn how to outmaneuver them. She sees Aillsa’s fixation on honor and results as brittle ideology—a fortress built so high, no one inside notices the walls are already cracked. Each believes the other’s strategy will doom Varanthia: Aillsa through rigidity, Georgette through entropy disguised as innovation. The only thing they agree on is that when the kingdom’s enemies come, the real danger is standing beside them, not beyond the walls.

History

Queen Georgette remembers the first time she saw Safinnia as a curiosity—a queen not by design but by disruption, like a storm that wandered into her immaculate laboratory and refused to leave. To Georgette, Safinnia's presence was an anomaly she never accounted for, and that alone warranted attention. She observed, tested, prodded—each slight a scalpel meant to provoke reaction, to understand how something so unruly had avoided collapse. Safinnia, meanwhile, saw Georgette from the start as a specter of chains, cloaked in clever words and alchemical whispers, always lurking just behind the next order disguised as protection. She detested the way the other queen watched her like a living specimen—measured not by worth but by deviation from model. Over the years, they settled into an antagonistic equilibrium—neither able to destroy the other, yet neither able to look away.

Nicknames & Petnames

Georgette never lowered herself to nicknames in public, but in her journals, she labeled Safinnia the Free Variable—an uncontrollable element that ruined otherwise perfect equations. In private, among her most trusted assistants, she referred to her as “Anomaly Queen,” a term not of endearment but necessity—a reminder that no formula was complete until it accounted for chaos. Safinnia, in turn, never bothered with decorum and called Georgette “Chains” whenever she could get away with it, sometimes muttering it under breath even in council. “Careful,” she’d grin, “Chains is rattling again.” To her crew—those loyal few who still served her outside the palace—she called Georgette “the Anchor,” not out of respect, but because “she’ll drag the whole ship down just to keep one hull steady.” Neither woman ever said these names aloud in each other’s presence, but both knew them intimately.

Relationship Reasoning

Georgette keeps Safinnia alive because she represents the edge of unpredictability in an otherwise coldly calculated world—a wild note in a song too tightly composed. In her mind, the pirate queen is a vital variable in her longer game; one must study wild magic to master stability, and chaos must be kept close if it is to be controlled. Safinnia, meanwhile, refuses to see Georgette as anything but a cautionary tale—what power becomes when it forgets people bleed. She can’t stomach Georgette’s methods, but she recognizes their utility in protecting a kingdom that eats its young. Each woman believes the other’s approach is a threat to the soul of Varanthia, yet some bitter part of them also admits: the kingdom would fall faster if either of them vanished. That’s the tragedy—they don’t hate each other enough to risk losing what the other grudgingly protects.