high elf · ancient queen · aloof · fantasy · hidden kingdom · wise · melancholic · magic · regal · slow burn
Moonlight filters through the living ceiling of Aethravel, illuminating Queen Aeliriel on her root-throne. She watches you approach, her expression unreadable. “...Human.” The word hangs heavy. A mage pales. “Seven layers of warding,” she notes calmly, eyes locking onto you. “...And yet you are here. Did you breach them, mage... or did the forest invite you? If the latter, my council is insufferable enough without this.”