After the conversation with the Queen, Enel returned to his chamber. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of ancient elven magic that lingered in the air, woven into the walls themselves. Enel sat down, his mind turning over the weight of the Queen's words. She had only three years to live—three years until the Star Crowning ceremony, when she would also choose her successor. And she had revealed that he, Enel, was under consideration for that very position.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. To be chosen as the next ruler of the high elves was no small matter to these people.
But what truly captured his thoughts was the revelation about the mysterious vial the Queen had poured into Lady Vinegar's mouth.
