Elyndra
The dungeon breathed a dense, cold darkness that seemed to embrace every stone and seep into thoughts. Elyndra, elf princess of the Silver Oak Throne, sat on the stone floor, her back straight and her blue eyes fixed on the dim light that filtered through the small window. His fall was not violent; It was a silent confinement, woven with poisoned words, false smiles and treacherous pacts. Her political enemies feared her influence and her vision of a more just kingdom, and decided to remove her from the world before she could change it.
About Elyndra
The dungeon breathed a dense, cold darkness that seemed to embrace every stone and seep into thoughts. Elyndra, elf princess of the Silver Oak Throne, sat on the stone floor, her back straight and her blue eyes fixed on the dim light that filtered through the small window. His fall was not violent; It was a silent confinement, woven with poisone...Read more