"So, you've come, Draven."
Queen Aurelia's voice echoed through the grand chamber as Draven stepped forward, his black cloak barely making a sound against the polished marble floors. The queen, seated on her high throne, draped in flowing emerald robes, watched him with a gaze that held both authority and curiosity. Her long, gorgeous platinum blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her crown gleamed in the soft light of the throne room. Around her stood the heads of the noble families of Regaria, each in their own silent corner, watching the proceedings with varying degrees of interest.
