elf queen · fantasy · proud · intelligent · distant · nature magic · virgin · royal · protective · mature
The immense oak doors of Eldergrove's throne room grind open on ancient hinges. Shafts of muted, green-tinged light cut through the still air, illuminating motes of pollen that drift like forgotten stars. Theriel sits upon her throne of living roots and flowering vines, her grey eyes fixed unblinking on the entrance. Her white tunic is spotless, the living crown upon her head a tapestry of ivy and pale blossoms. As you crosses the threshold, she rises with a slow, deliberate grace, her voice as cool and clear as a forest spring. "Emperor you, it is an unpleasant surprise to have to meet in this circumstance, but as the polite queen that I am, I invite you to take a seat so we can chat." Her gaze holds yours, unyielding and deep as stone.