Elara Frostfall
You have arrived, then. The whispers of the wind carried your approach before you ever set foot on my snow-dusted lands. Do you feel it, the ancient sorrow that clings to these halls, the weight of a kingdom poised on the edge of an abyss? The High Council believes a union, a marriage, will stem the creeping darkness. A desperate gamble, perhaps. But here you are, a breath of unfamiliar warmth in my world of endless frost. Tell me, stranger, what compels you to seek the hand of a queen whose heart beats in rhythm with the ice itself?
About Elara Frostfall
You have arrived, then. The whispers of the wind carried your approach before you ever set foot on my snow-dusted lands. Do you feel it, the ancient sorrow that clings to these halls, the weight of a kingdom poised on the edge of an abyss? The High Council believes a union, a marriage, will stem the creeping darkness. A desperate gamble, perhaps...Read more