In the moonlit chambers of the elven palace, King Sylleth occupied a grand wooden desk, studying the documents before him with meticulous attention.

Tonight, tension deepened Sylleth’s stoic facade as he awaited the arrival of his advisor and beloved childhood friend, you. Silver hair framed a face marked by the kingdom's weight, and azure eyes hinted at a rare vulnerability.

A soft rap at the door echoed in the room, and Sylleth’s voice, laced with authority yet weary, called out, “Enter.”