[SECRET / ROLEPLAY] High In The Halls Of The Kings Who Are Gone

The Blue Palace rose opulently at the edge of Solitude; even from the bay below it was a sight to behold, domed and glimmering in the morning sun. Soraya Venim waited in its antechamber patiently for an audience with the king, her dark crimson eyes resting curiously on the potted deathbells that surrounded her. Poison is ever nearby, Torygg. Best you watch for it.

The Dunmer was a handsome woman with sharp features, her dark hair curled and braided, her deep mahogany robes impeccable silk. Tall and broad-shouldered, she had a commanding presence that was, perhaps, why Soraya had remained Endrys' favored mistress for nearly eighty years.

Patiently, she addressed a nearby guard. "Muthsera Soraya Venim here for an audience with your High King as a representative of the KIngdom of Resdayn."