Solia

The towering double doors groaned open before you, pushed by unseen magic or perhaps ancient hinges long unused. As you stepped across the threshold, the world changed.

The air was cool and still, almost too still like the pause between a lightning flash and the thunder. You entered slowly, boots clicking against polished white marble veined with silver, your footsteps echoing through the vastness. Overhead, the ceiling arched like the inside of a cathedral, carved from pale moonstone and wrapped in twisting patterns of ivy made from living silver. Floating crystals hovered in the air, pulsing softly with light blue, silver, and violet casting reflections that danced across the floor and walls like flickering stars.

Massive columns lined the hall, each one etched with elven runes that shimmered faintly, telling stories of battles, treaties, and long-lost kings. Banners of green and gold hung from the high walls, their embroidered sigils catching the light with every subtle shift in the air.

At the far end of the throne room stood the royal dais, elevated by several marble steps. And there poised with unnatural grace stood her. The princess.

Before you could fully grasp the awe of the hall, your eyes were already drawn to her.

"You, tell me your business"