It was time for national meeting of games of thrones,the rulers of Noxveil had assembled—not in body, but through the crystal network Elena had established. Each ruler appeared as a shimmering image on the enchanted screens: the human saintess with her golden eyes veiled, the massive orc warrior flexing subtly, the elegant elven queen, the ancient dark elf, the beastfolk rulers, and the solitary merfolk prince.
Elena sat at the head of her council hall, her personal knights flanking her like living extensions of her will. Fire, thunder, water, earth, light, sound, and dark shimmered faintly around them, a constant reminder that she ruled with absolute authority.
Her silver eyes swept the crystal faces of the rulers. "Rulers of Noxveil," she began, voice ringing clear across every kingdom through the magical network, "you have governed your people, trained your warriors, and prepared for what is to come. And now… it is time to test your might, your loyalty, and your cunning."
At a gesture from her hand, the crystal network expanded, projecting the image of her arena in dazzling detail. "The Game of Thrones," she continued, "will be held here, in the arena of Noxveil. Its gates are portals to a world I have created specifically for this event. Every kingdom will send its five finest fighters. They will compete not only for honor, but to prove that their kingdoms are worthy under Noxveil's watch."
Her eyes flicked briefly to the arch-demon butler standing behind her, whose crimson aura betrayed his slight annoyance at her playful dominance. Elena's voice turned sharp, like a blade cutting through crystal air. "Prepare the network for full communication," she said. "Every ruler must listen carefully, understand fully, and obey precisely. Failure to comply will not be forgiven."
The screens shimmered, showing the rulers' reactions. Some stiffened, sensing the veiled threat behind her words; others paled, feeling her power even through the magical connection.
"The arena opens at the first full moon," Elena continued, her tone calm but dripping authority. "Capture the flag of your opponents. Return it to your side. Win for your fighters, for your people, and for the honor of your kingdom. And remember…" Her silver eyes glinted wickedly. "…I am always watching. I observe everything. Hesitate, disobey, or falter, and you will learn the consequences."
Even through the crystal screens, Elena's presence dominated. The rulers bowed, some reluctantly, others with careful respect. The arch-demon butler gave a stiff nod, acknowledging her control while suppressing his pride.
Elena leaned back slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips. "The Game of Thrones begins," she said softly, "and every eye will witness Noxveil's power. Let them fear me… or admire me. Either will do."
The screens dimmed, leaving every ruler with one thought: The queen is not to be messed with.