Good morning, your majesty," Aelthrin greeted as he entered the room, his voice composed and respectful. Vyrelda and Serelith followed closely behind, each offering their own greeting as they took their places in the council chamber.
Elowen looked up from her desk, adjusting the new glasses on her face, a small smile gracing her lips. Vyrelda's eyes lingered on the glasses, curiosity flashing in them.
"A glasses? Do you have a problem with your vision?" Vyrelda asked, her eyebrows raised slightly.
Elowen let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. "No, not quite. I just thought I'd try them out—maybe they'll help me read these endless reports without straining my eyes." She gave a playful smile, leaning back in her chair. "The queen's eyes are rather important, don't you think?"
Aelthrin smirked, his gaze shifting to the stack of documents on her desk. "Indeed they are, your majesty. Your sight must remain sharp—perhaps sharper than any sword in the kingdom."
