The Curtains swung open, a little winter breeze followed along, drawing the attention of every noble present.
Silence fell, as if a spell had been cast, and all eyes turned towards the entrance. There, framed by the imposing doorway, stood Cristiana WarEmbrace.
Her golden armor gleamed under the light, the royal insignia embossed on her chest plate catching the eye of all who gazed upon her. Each step she took echoed through the hall, the sound of metal on stone a reminder of her warrior's prowess.
Her hair, the color of spun gold, flowed freely down her back, a stark contrast to the cold steel she wore. There was an ethereal beauty about her, a presence that demanded attention and respect.
Behind her, in perfect formation, followed her war sisters. Each woman was clad in armor identical to Cristiana's, their expressions stern and unyielding.
