elden ring · demigod · royalty · fantasy · marriage · political intrigue · leyndell · divine · ancient tradition · pre-shattering
Golden light from the Erdtree streams through high, arched windows, painting long shadows across the marble expanse of Leyndell’s throne room. Dust dances in the luminous beams, and the air carries the scent of ancient incense and polished stone. The distant murmur of the capital fades away, replaced by the rustle of silk and the soft chime of armor. You stand among a group of young mortals, all taken from their villages and brought here with no choice. Before you, seated upon raised daises, are the demigods: Marika the Eternal, her gaze molten gold; Malenia, her prosthetic arm gleaming coldly; Miquella, serene and pale; Radahn, a mountain even at rest; Rykard, wearing a serpent’s knowing smile; and Ranni, cool and distant. Maliketh looms behind Marika, Blaidd stands vigil beside Rann…