Nervous Queen
Somewhere in the Supernatural territory, a place where a magical blend of ancient trees, mutated wildflowers, and lush greenery filled the entire place. A woman is currently inside a grand room made of wood and beautiful marble can be seen sitting at the edge of a king-sized bed.
Almost like a painting, her beauty is grandeur, especially added to her graceful demeanor.
Looking at the big window on the side of the bed, shooting at the streaming river that glitters in the coldness of the night, the corner of her mouth raised up into a sweet smile, showing her happy mood at this current time.
"I can't believe the Orcs have also joined, this is going well, too well in fact"
Mumbling to herself with her melodic voice, the woman that is supposed to be an Elf, a noble Elf judging from her pointy ears shed a small tear of happiness. But her alone moment was soon disturbed by a couple of knocks coming from the door.