Inside the light elven kingdom's grand palace, the throne room carried an atmosphere of subtle tension. Crystal chandeliers emitted ethereal light travelling across marble floors inlaid with silver, while the assembled courtiers maintained careful silence as they awaited their queen's attention.
The queen sat on her throne with no readable expression on her face. Her eyes remained fixed on a single point, as if she could see something nobody in the throne room could.
An archmage approached the elevated throne with measured but hurried steps, his robes marked with the insignia denoting his high ranking within the magical corps. He owered his head formally before speaking, his voice carrying the appropriate deference for addressing the strongest elf, the queen.
"Your Highness, I bring urgent news regarding a matter of internal security that requires your immediate attention."
