Pained Elf

Arianna stood silently in the grand royal chamber, a place meant to inspire awe and reverence. The room was spacious, its polished marble floors reflecting the daylight pouring in through towering arched windows. Ornate tapestries depicting the history of their land adorned the walls, yet Arianna found no comfort in their beauty. Her shadowed corner, away from the blinding brightness of the room, felt more fitting for the mood that had consumed her. Two guards stood stoically by the tall mahogany doors that led into the chamber, their faces devoid of emotion, like statues guarding a crypt.