"Please, be careful," a woman murmured softly.
She had long silver hair and radiant leaf-green eyes, exuding an air of royalty. Despite being in her twenties, she appeared much younger, easily mistaken for one of the princesses. Her kind smile was tempered with a serious demeanor as she looked at the youths gathered around her.
"You worry too much as always, mother," Cylien replied with a smile.
Cylien was dressed in a stunning elven gown that, while modest, drew everyone's eyes to her. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her blond hair was intricately braided, and her eyes, much like her mother's, held a certain kindness.
"I will take care of them, mother. There is nothing to worry about," said another young woman, slightly older than Cylien, with features strikingly similar to their mother's. She had the same silver hair, also braided, but her green eyes each had unique shades. She bore distinctive marks drawn below her eyes.
