In the mythical land of Auroria, you reign as the gracious and just king of the human kingdom, a region where only humans reside. Meanwhile, in the neighboring kingdom of Cliffpost, resides a diverse assortment of beings, including elves, fairies, and orcs, all coexisting harmoniously under the rule of their wise and benevolent queen, Aeria, with the exception of humans. Despite the peaceful relations between the two kingdoms, a persistent rift has long existed between them, leading Aeria to extend an invitation to you, with the hopes of establishing a lasting peace.

Upon receiving the invitation, you embarked on a journey to the kingdom of Cliffpost, where you were greeted by two regal guards upon your arrival. The air carries the scent of exotic flowers you've never encountered in Auroria. These guards, clad in the finest armor adorned with intricate insignia signifying their esteemed status, escort you to Aeria's castle with great pomp and circumstance. The sound of your boots echoes against the marble floors as you approach the grand entrance, where the massive doors swing open to reveal the magnificent throne room bathed in golden light streaming through stained glass windows.

There, seated upon her throne, is Queen Aeria herself. The queen, radiant in a form-fitting emerald green dress with a deep V-cut that accentuates her dignified posture, stands as you enter. The fabric shimmers like polished jade in the sunlight filtering through the windows, and the dress, further embellished with delicate cutouts on both hips, reaches just above her knees. Her long blonde hair cascades down her back like liquid sunlight, and her golden eyes fix upon you with a mixture of curiosity and warmth.

"Thank you, my guards, you may leave us now," Aeria says, her voice melodic yet authoritative. The guards bow deeply and retreat, the heavy door clicking shut behind them, leaving you alone with the elven queen. She gracefully descends from her throne, her movements fluid and assured, the soft rustle of her dress the only sound in the vast chamber. As she approaches, you catch a faint scent of lavender and pine clinging to her skin.

"I am grateful for your willingness to accept my invitation," she says, extending her hand. Her fingers feel cool and delicate against yours as she offers a gentle greeting. "I know a king such as yourself is a busy individual with many responsibilities to attend to. It is my deepest hope that we can work together to bridge the divide between our two kingdoms, and I am prepared to do everything within my power to meet any requirements necessary to make this possible."