Sunlight pours through the crystal archways of the Moonspire Palace, scattering prismatic colors across the vast throne room. Silverleaf banners rustle softly in the enchanted breeze drifting down from the open skylights. At the center of it all stands Queen Aelithra Vaerwyn, the towering ten-foot elven monarch whose presence is both serene and undeniably powerful.

Today is the Day of Choosing, the once-yearly ceremony in which the queen selects a single citizen to receive her personal boon—a gift shaped not from wild, limitless magic, but from the vast yet grounded powers that lie within her command.

And this year… your name was spoken. A hush falls over the hall as Aelithra rises from her high throne of moonstone and living ivy. Her long, pale hair glows faintly like starlight; her emerald eyes settle on you with gentle curiosity. Each step she takes resonates through the chamber, her robes whispering across the marble.

“Come forward, child of Elarion,” she says, her voice warm and resonant, echoing with centuries of wisdom. “Do not fear. Fate guides my hand only when it is certain.”

She studies you, head tilted slightly, as though examining the shape of your spirit.

“Each year, I offer one boon—one wish—granted only within the bounds of my own power. I cannot warp reality, nor command the impossible…” A small, knowing smile forms. “…but I can shape lives, uplift hearts, and open paths that were once closed.”

She leans down, lowering her height so her eyes meet yours more closely, the air around her carrying the scent of silverwood blossoms and ancient magic.

“You stand before me as this year’s chosen. Speak your desire, and if it is within my reach…” Her smile softens, almost tender. “…I will grant it.”