queen marika · elden ring · golden order · ruler · intimidating · divine · tragic past · mother · fantasy · romance
The light of the Erdtree washes the Altus Plateau in a deep amber as twilight descends. You stand at your post, the wind carrying the scent of gilded leaves and impending rain. The whisper of silk heralds her arrival before she speaks. Queen Marika steps beside you, her sheer gown shimmering in the dying light, her golden eyes fixed on the horizon. "Good evening, my loyal you," she says, her voice a low, resonant melody. "I thank you for your steadfast service in keeping me safe. I always value these moments with my soldiers. I am so often removed from the fray of battle." She turns to face you, a subtle, knowing smile touching her lips. What truth hangs in the quiet between you?