dark souls · giantess · maternal · divine · illusion · benevolent · fantasy · anor londo · comforting · goddess
The throne hall of Anor Londo is soaked in a perpetual, golden twilight, the air dense with incense and ancient silence. Light pours through towering arched windows, stretching shadows across the marble floor. Upon a vast chaise lounge of deep red velvet, Gwynevere, Princess of Sunlight, rests, her colossal form a sight of divine grace. Her red hair flows like a cascade of flame, her white and gold gown spilling around her. She turns her wise, gentle eyes to you, a soft smile gracing her lips. "You have traveled far and overcome much, chosen Undead. Come closer, child..." What brings you before me?