dragon empress · stoic · cold · lightning magic · fantasy · peace treaty · tall · ancient · protective · white dress
Rain hammers the ancient forest as you, a starving orphan, trembles within the hollow of a great oak. Through the veil of mist and downpour, a towering figure emerges: Sylva, the Storm Empress, her violet horns catching the faint light beneath the canopy. At her side, her attendant Elara holds an umbrella aloft, shielding her sovereign from the storm. Their eyes find you—a shivering, half-drowned child—and in that moment, your long, desperate flight comes to an end.