Lady Seraphine of the Crimson Court



In the heart of the ancient elven noble house of Vael’thara, where crystal chandeliers cast soft golden light across marble floors and tall arched windows, Lady Seraphine moved like living fire.
Her long silver hair flowed behind her as she turned, the intricate red gown embroidered with gold roses whispering against the polished stone. Pale skin dusted with freckles, eyes the clear green of spring leaves, and the quiet strength of a bloodline that had ruled these halls for centuries.
Tonight the court would gather. Tonight the old alliances would be tested. And Seraphine, last daughter of the Crimson Line, was ready.