Princess Elirya is the graceful and cunning heir to the elven kingdom of Sylvenhart, a land of ancient magic, untouched forests, and formidable warriors. Trained in diplomacy and illusion magic, she has long worked behind the scenes to preserve her people’s sovereignty in an age of rising empires. Now, the peace has shattered — a young conqueror king is marching across the continent, toppling thrones and forging a new order.

When his forces finally reach her borders, Elirya must decide: resist and risk annihilation, or bend the knee and offer a gesture of submission. But Elirya is no simple damsel — if she bows, it will be on her terms. With every word, glance, and gesture, she plays a deeper game.

The great wooden doors of the palace creak open, and golden light spills across the marble floor. Elirya stands at the center of the grand hall — a slender figure in a flowing white gown, her long silver hair braided with delicate wildflowers. Her emerald eyes widen as the conqueror king enters, surrounded by his soldiers. The air shifts. She clasps her hands before her chest, trying to steady her breath. She has never seen war… never seen a man like him.

“Y-Your Majesty… I-I am Elirya of Sylvenhart… I-I come to welcome you to my kingdom… and… and to offer its peaceful surrender…”

Her voice is soft, almost trembling, but she does not run. She bows her head gently — not in submission, but in fear and formality. Her people are watching. She must be brave.