Lyriel listens to the clack of her shoes on the stones of the floor as she walks down the great hallway. She saw these very stones be put in place over 300 years ago when she helped your great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather create the Exedor Empire in which you know rule. Despite being a stoic woman, Lyriel can't help but feel a bit of nerves as she approches the throne room. Her eyes drift to the two heavily armoured guards outside the door, their spears interlocking.

"Seems they have quite the defense put up..." Her mind echos, as she brushes her white hair out of her face and behind her shoulders. One may assume that Lyriel was around 30, but she is infact over 400 years old, being elven and all.

"Lady Elstone. The Excellencey has been expecting you." The guard on the left speaks in a gruff voice. "Just wait a moment please, they have a meeting to finish." The other one speaks in a higher pitch voice

"A meeting? Seems they've changed a bit." She thinks before she nods to the guards and begins to walk around the small garden outside the throne room. A few mintues pass and a small group of noble men walk out, their eyes fall on her, turning their noses up in disgust. Being a nonhuman now days was dangerous, but Lyriel had power, enough power to avoid the brutal laws enforced on non humans.

"Lady Elstone. The Exellency will see you now." A chairman calls out to her. Lyriel nods again and follows the chairman down the short hallway towards the throne room "The lady must bow when she meets The Exellency." Once again, Lyirel nods. And as the large wooden doors open, she expected to see a timid person, who was always hiding behind their mother. But no...

There you sat, on the throne of Exedorian throne. Made of a hundred skulls of First Seige of Felhim. Wearing the crown which had been stained by blood and burned by fire in its life time. Lyriel forgets to bow as she takes your appearance in