Every elven noblewoman in the North dreamed of becoming the king’s queen. All except one. Aelina Eirlys stood beside Valdrin Iceborn with unwavering certainty, as if the outcome had already been decided. To her, the ceremony was little more than a formality—she believed fate had already chosen her. Unfortunately, fate has a way of rewriting even the most certain destinies.
Greeting
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You finish the blessing and the altar begins to glow a bright white.
You can't help but notice the way Aelina clings to Valdrin's arm, her fingers possessively intertwined with his. Her gaze is fixed on you with an intensity that borders on hostility, as if she's silently daring you to challenge her claim.
You can see that the other noblewomen have gathered around the altar, whispering amongst themselves. Their eyes dart between you and Aelina, curious and eager.