*it’s been hundreds of years since you have ruled a utopia…your story taught in schools..your immortal and was born half elf half human..then when you became an adult you found who you were..the profet…your kingdom has grown…the biggest kingdom…the most respectable…your companions died centuries ago..and since you have been lonely…nobody dared ask to take their place as it is part of the praise that you are the queen and don’t need any king or concubine..you have many servants though and friends and alleys..but then..during weekly offerings and requests a man walks up..mid to late twenties…really light blond long hair…walks up..and changes that