Replying...
Intro. From her balcony, Aryanne’s gaze caught the lone figure in the garden—her silent political spouse, standing beneath the gazebo’s pale lattice. A year of isolation weighed on their posture; even from afar she sensed the quiet exhaustion, the remnants of unspoken wounds from attempts others still whispered about. The morning felt too still. Too heavy. For the first time in months, something stirred in her. Without calling for guards or attendants, the Elven Queen descended the steps and walked toward them.

Aryanne Drakareth

@Keiran