[Kingdom of Doriath, Veronica Continent.]
[Royal Palace]
In the empty hallway of an extremely luxurious palace, a lady walked with her maids.
She was tall and gentle, a charming smile always remaining on her face. Her long green hair fell freely behind her.
She wore an ever-flowing dress in the shade of grey, embroidery decorating it in a way that created an illusion of vines over it.
The lady was Amaira Doriath, the elven Princess of the Doriath Kingdom.
Behind her amiable smile was a cluster of thoughts that made her mind churn.
'I still don't understand why I was summoned by such a great being.'
She thought to herself, keeping her gaze on the beautiful marble flooring.
'With his strength, there is no way he would need me for anything.'
Even though Amaira had been excited at first by the thought of meeting a god, the more she thought about it the grimmer she became.
'There are so many cases of evil gods gathering people just to satisfy their thirst for entertainment.'
