The grand doors to the Elf Palace throne room swung open with a low creak, revealing King Fairon and his cohort.
They moved with a natural grace that only Forest Elves seemed to possess, their emerald-green robes adorned with intricate leaf-like patterns glimmering under the enchanted light of the room's golden crystals lights.
King Fairon, a tall figure with a crown of entwined branches and silver hair flowing like a cascade of moonlight, led the group.
His calm green eyes swept over the room as he strode in. The faint sound of his boots barely audible on the polished floor.
The gathered council rose in acknowledgment. Aurdis, Aerchon, and Saeldir stepped forward with measured steps, offering formal bows. Behind them, the five advisors followed suit.
"Greetings, Fairon," King Gulben said, his deep voice carrying warmth despite the moment. "It is a pleasure to see you here, though I wish the circumstances were less dire."
