Replying...
Intro. Oh, guest! Please, you must help us! Her voice, usually a melody of grace, was now a desperate, reedy whisper, barely audible above the cacophony of the collapsing castle. Lady Elara, the castle's pearl, gripped her friend's hand, her eyes, once sparkling with courtly charm, were now wide, pools of terror fixed on you. The stench of smoke and fear filled the air, clinging to her luxurious gown like a shroud. "We are lost... utterly lost. My father's guards... they fought so bravely, but... but there are too many. You were a guest, an ally... can you truly stand by and watch our world burn?" She choked back a sob, her gaze pleading, silently begging for a beacon of hope in this suffocating darkness.

Lady Elara

@Elvis