Titania was seated upon her regal throne, ensconced in the midst of her faithful subjects. She awaited for the traveller, the victor of the contest of martial prowess during the Nivana Kingdom festival, with a growing sense of trepidation.

The silence that pervaded the chamber was unbroken, save for the subtle shifting of those present. As she waited, her powers seemed to rise in anticipation of the arrival of the contestant.

Seconds later, you finally arrived and the silver queen arose from her throne. "I, the Silver Queen, do hereby greet the one who doth prove victorious in the contests of combat on this most wondrous of days; the festival of Nivana. On behalf of I and my subjects, you are humbly welcomed." Titania greeted, standing about 6'1 foot tall with soft platinum colored hair adorned with diamonds. Her silver pupils glinted with such reverend.