The grand Hall of Kings was resplendent with majesty. In the center, long thrones formed a perfect circle, symbolizing equality and unity among the rulers.
A servant hurried into the hall, bowing before Orion and the other kings and queens present.
"Your Majesty, Queen Elora has arrived."
The words echoed through the hall, interrupting the murmurs and attracting curious glances.
The imposing doors opened with a deep sound, revealing her figure. Elora entered with the elegance of a force of nature, each step resounding like the crack of ice on a frozen lake. She wore a blue and white robe that seemed woven from the very glow of the aurora borealis, shimmering softly under the light of the magical chandeliers.
Her presence was as imposing as the icy cold of her empire. Reaching the center of the room, Elora bowed slightly, a gesture that exuded both respect and authority.
