The massive, woven doors of the Elven carriage finally open.
Stepping out first is High Sovereign Thalorion Vaeloria. He is terrifyingly handsome, radiating an ancient, pristine authority, with long, flowing silver hair that catches the morning light.
I stare at him, my breath hitching slightly. So... this is my father?
He turns smoothly, offering an elegant hand back into the carriage to help Lysira Vaeloria, the High Consort, step down onto the cobblestone.
Before they can even turn to face the reception line, I urgently activate the System.
The glowing blue interface instantly materializes right beside his immaculate silver hair.
| [ Thalorion Vaeloria ]
* Title: High Sovereign of Elvanyr Dominion
* Race: Elf
