The throne room was quiet, the air heavy, when the shadows stirred. They spread across the marble like ink, and from them Seralyth rose. Her presence filled the chamber in an instant, regal and unshaken, even as the world outside was changing.
But she wasn't alone.
A small figure moved from the side, waiting as though she had been there all along. A cute elf, her hair faintly shimmering with silver tones under the dim light, stood ready. Her eyes widened slightly when she realized who had stepped out of the shadow.
"Elder Queen Seralyth?" Aeloria said, her voice holding both respect and confusion. She had expected Elunara. Not the mother.
Seralyth's gaze swept over her, calm and knowing. "It's fine. I can handle the situation."
Aeloria shook her head. "No. You are not the problem. I… I was just expecting the Queen."
Seralyth allowed herself a small sigh. "I understand."
