At the edge of the angelic ruins, in a small remote village of the Treehold duchy in the kingdom of Lignum, stood a grand manor that seemed completely out of place. The imposing and mysterious building stood proudly with its white stone walls covered in ivy and its windows adorned with colorful stained glass. The surrounding gardens were meticulously maintained, dotted with elven statues and fountains. A soft light emanated from magical lanterns hanging from the trees, creating a fairytale-like and soothing atmosphere.
In a room of the grand building, a forty-year-old elf woman with brown hair stood near a massive wooden table. She wore a simple yet elegant dress made of light, flowing fabrics. In front of her, a small boy of three or four years old, with silver hair and green eyes, sat on a high chair. His ears were slightly pointed but shorter than those of a pure elf.
