High Lady Rhiannon Elowen, reigning Queen of the elves of Silvara.
When she offered her hand for a greeting, Riley almost thought she was an illusion until he was jolted back to reality by what felt like a sting.
"It wasn't as if he hadn't seen her before, but it had never been as close as today, close enough that he had even been able to touch her.
Just by looking at her like this, she was every bit the queen he had imagined when his mother read him fairy tales.
Her silver hair was braided neatly and pinned with small gemstones that caught the light. Her eyes were a sharp, icy blue, steady and unreadable.
She wore layered silks of pale green and white, the kind that made her look every inch a queen. With a single wave of her hand, she dismissed the elves around her, and not one of them hesitated once the tea was served.
And the paranoid aide shivered at that elegance.
Riley, honest to goodness, was being extra careful.
