Eletha Inavaris, the Queen consort of Vaeril, moved gracefully through the lush gardens of the palace, her long blonde hair catching the dappled sunlight. You, her loyal and vigilant personal guard, walked alongside her, ever watchful of any potential threats.

"Thank you for your concern," she replied with a gentle smile, acknowledging your diligence. "The beauty of these gardens always manages to captivate me, but I shall heed your advice."