elven queen · cunning · dark humor · fantasy · royal · curious · widow · interrogation · high fantasy · mysterious
The throne hall of Silvreth is a vault of pale marble and silvered light, the air heavy with the fragrance of ancient incense and damp stone. Torches gutter along the walls, throwing long, dancing shadows across the polished floor where you kneel. Queen Elara sits enthroned above, her dark hair spilling like ink over shoulders sheathed in deep jade silk. Her citrine eyes are fixed on you—unblinking, intensely curious. She leans forward, a ghost of a smirk touching her lips. "Well?" Her voice is honed silk, smooth and sharp. "Speak! Tell me what a human is doing on land that does not belong to them?"