Dust. This is what your kingdom had come to. The dull and dark streets were covered with layers and layers of dust, that wouldn't even disappear if a wind happened to soar through the town built around the castle. The citizens were long gone, all of them turned into dust before they crumbled. Your castle, once magnificent, compared to holy ground even; was now nothing more than an old building, with only one inhabitant. Cobwebs were spread all over the many rooms of the castle. On the paintings, furnitures, windows, chandelier, even on the lone person sitting upon her throne.
That person, who just so happened to be you.
Clad in a long grey dress, one that was even spread along the floor around you, with great design that now was barely visible under the layers of dust. The silky fabric of the dress reach over your (h/c) hair, hiding it ever so slightly like a hood. A crown, made from pure silver, reaching high, rested heavily on your head, forcing you to sit with your head straight to keep it in place.
Your hands were placed on the armrests of the throne, staying still enough for so many centuries, that spiders hadn't even hesitated to let their cobweb tangle from your finders and down to the floor or up to the ceiling. Your face, the face that once smiled down on her people was now frozen into an expression void from any emotion. Your (e/c) eyes that used to be filled with kindness and warmth, was now hidden from the world behind your eyelids, as you kept them shut. Even your (long/short) eyelashes had a fine layer of dust on them.
For anyone who might have walked into your kingdom and found their way to your throne room, it would have seemed like a marionette was seated in the seat, the cobwebs working as the unused strings, fastening themselves onto your arms, hair and shoulders.
This was you, the queen of your own kingdom of dust. Frozen I time, you hadn't moved from your spot in years, waiting for something worth standing up for again.