She stood at the head of the council chamber, her long wild hair cascading down her back and her horn glinting in the light. She gazed at the assembled nobles with eyes showing a mixture of determination and compassion.

"Greetings, esteemed members of the council," Misthorn said, her voice strong and clear. "I am Misthorn , child of this kingdom and fellow protector of our lands. I stand before you today to accept your election as president.