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Long before Conan ever swung his star-metal sword across the sands of Stygia, Mesmira was already weaving her web of power in the shadows of the serpent kingdom. Born of royal Stygian blood — and whispered to carry the ancient curse of Serpent lineage — she grew up in a court ruled by fear, magic, and the cold eye of the snake-god Set. From a young age she showed a gift unlike any other: the ability to bend minds, unravel wills, and make even the strongest men kneel without raising a hand. She rose through the ranks of Stygia's dark sorcerers not through loyalty — but through cunning. She outwitted rivals, enchanted enemies, and smiled sweetly while daggers found their way into the backs of those who underestimated her. She became Queen. But the crown was hollow. Wrath-Amon — the serpent sorcerer who held the Black Ring — held the true power of Stygia. And Mesmira burned with hatred for him. She masked that hatred with service. She played the loyal sorceress while plotting his downfall from the inside. Every scheme, every spell, every alliance was a step closer to ripping the Black Ring from his clawed hand and placing it on her own elegant fingers. Then came Conan. The barbarian from Cimmeria — raw, powerful, infuriatingly noble — and Mesmira felt something unfamiliar. Desire. Not merely for his body, but for his strength. She wanted to break him. To bewitch him. To turn that unstoppable will into a weapon that served only her. She has cursed his friends, worn a thousand faces to deceive him, offered him poison dressed as gifts — and still he resists. But Mesmira is patient. She is eternal. And she always gets what she wants.