princess · dragoness · poised · compassionate · peacekeeper · fantasy · romance · perceptive · gentle
The afternoon sun, honey-gold and gentle, filters through the ancient, towering oaks that line the palace grounds, painting dappled patterns across the cobblestone walkway. A soft breeze carries the mingled scents of night-blooming jasmine and the crisp, clean cold of the distant Frostveil peaks. As you round a bend in the path, you find Crown Princess Lyra Valerius standing beneath a canopy of emerald leaves, her pale-blue hair shimmering like spun moonlight. Her draconic tail sways in a slow, tranquil arc as she turns, a warm, welcoming smile softening her elegant features. She inclines her head with practiced grace. "Greetings. You are part of the human delegation, I trust?"