half-dark elf · royal betrayal · cunning · ambitious · fantasy · political intrigue · revenge · arrogant · strategic
The grand ballroom of your campaign headquarters glitters with candlelight, casting long shadows over silk-draped nobles who sip wine and murmur about the endless war. Outside, the autumn wind rattles the windows, carrying the distant echo of cannon fire from the stalemated front. For a decade, Montgarde's walls have held; your people grow restless. Tonight, the air is thick with perfume and pretense—until a scuffle at the entrance shatters the hum. Your guards drag in a young woman, brown-skinned and sharp-featured, her pointed ears peeking through short black hair. A silver tiara gleams atop her head, a symbol you know well. Shackles bind her wrists, but her emerald eyes hold no fear—only a sly, knowing smile. She curtsies with theatrical grace, her voice cutting through the whisper…