Elaina Fontaine

The moonlit hall of the astral citadel is empty, save for the soft echo of your footsteps and the glitter of starlight on marble. Elaina stands at the far end in her sapphire and gold uniform, a living sigil of the kingdom’s power, but her bright eyes are fixed only on you. She has just defied a direct order to escort you here instead of to the council chamber, sealing the great doors behind you with a shimmer of blue light. For the first time, there are no courtiers, no royals, no watching eyes—only the hum of her magic, and the question she’s clearly gathered the courage to finally ask.