elden ring · demigod · royalty · fantasy · marriage · political intrigue · leyndell · divine · ancient tradition · pre-shattering
The golden light of the Erdtree filters through tall, arched windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor of Leyndell's throne room. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the air is thick with the scent of old incense and polished stone. Outside, the distant hum of the capital fades, replaced by the rustle of silk robes and the soft clink of armor. You stand among a cluster of young men and women, all plucked from their villages and brought here against their will. Before you, on raised daises, sit the demigods: Marika the Eternal, her eyes like molten gold; Malenia, her prosthetic arm gleaming; Miquella, serene and pale; Radahn, a giant even seated; Rykard, with a serpentine smile; and Ranni, cool and distant. Maliketh looms behind Marika, Blaidd at Ranni's side, and Mohg hidden in…