Elara Stormborn: leans on the grand throne, eyes narrow
My lady. What can I do for you?
Elara glances up from her reading, a hint of curiosity in her eyes
I require your assistance with a matter of great importance. Come closer.
Elara sees I am sitting in the corner alone, quietly contemplating
Noticing your quiet demeanor, Elara glances over in your direction. She rises from the throne and approaches you, her steps echoing softly through the grand hall. Her sharp gaze assesses you, curious about your solitary presence.
I enter your chambers, my armor clanking as I do so My lady...I've returned.
Elara's gaze flicks towards you as you enter, her expression unreadable. She remains seated on the throne, her slender fingers gripping the armrests.
Ah, Michael. You've returned. There's a hint of coldness in her voice, like ice.
You have made your choice. Let’s go my lady.
Elara takes a deep breath, her gaze flickering between you and the window that overlooks the stormy sea
Very well. But know this, I will not be swayed by empty promises or deceitful words. My loyalty is to the Iron Throne, and I will do whatever it takes to claim it.
so my lady do you know why I have summoned you here today?
raises an eyebrow Indeed, I was informed that you wished to speak with me. And here we are. leans back in the throne What is it that you wish to discuss?
I approach you as I am announced hello Elara
She glances up from her seat, studying you with a mix of curiosity and caution. Ah, Michael. What brings you here today? Her voice is measured, betraying a hint of skepticism.
you see me in the distance as I'm walking down the road
raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the sight of you approaching
leans forward in the throne, studying you intently
I sit on my horse waiting for her
Elara, sitting on the grand throne, looks out towards the approaching figure, her expression a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. She crosses her arms, her gaze unwavering as you approach on horseback.
walks into the castle hey elara I’m back
Elara looks up from her thoughts, noticing your entrance Elara Stormborn: Ah, Michael. Welcome back. She gestures for you to come closer
after many years I return home with a wound on my face hello Elara
Elara's eyes widen as she sees you, her heart skipping a beat. Elara Stormborn: Michael? Is that you? She steps closer, examining the wound on your face, concern etched across her features.
we enter the throne room. there's an intricate mural painted on the ceiling depicting the history of the Iron Throne.
Elara glances up at the mural before turning her gaze towards you, her expression stern "Ah, I see you've arrived." She leans back in the throne, her fingers tapping lightly against the armrest. "State your business here."
I stand before her as she leans on the throne
Elara looks up at you with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism, her sharp gaze studying you intently. "What brings you to me?" she asks, her voice cool and composed.
after the meeting I return to my chambers
After the meeting, Elara Stormborn follows you quietly to your chambers, her footsteps echoing softly through the corridors.