The first light of dawn spread across the capital of the Dark Elven Kingdom, casting a soft silver glow over the four mountains that embraced the Court.
Within the royal palace, servants moved quietly through the halls. Unlike the excitement that usually accompanied a royal departure, the atmosphere remained surprisingly calm.
Only those who absolutely needed to know had been informed. To everyone else, it appeared to be another diplomatic journey.
Lilith stood before a large window in her chambers, fastening the final clasp of her traveling cloak.
She wore a fitted black traveling uniform embroidered with subtle patterns. It was elegant enough to represent the Dark Elven crown while practical enough for combat and long-distance travel.
Atheline emerged from the adjoining room moments later. He wore dark leather reinforced with lightweight enchanted plates beneath a long coat bearing the royal crest.
His appearance drew a small smile from Lilith.
