A heavy silence hung over the grand chamber, the weight of the tale lingering in the air like an unshaken mist. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows along the marble walls, dancing across the ornate elven sigils that adorned the high ceiling. No one spoke until the Elven Queen finally broke the silence.
"So, this is the story of Kaiden," she mused, her emerald eyes scanning the faces before her. "Did you like it?"
The stillness shattered as Kaen, his expression tense with disbelief, stepped forward.
"Is what you're saying the truth?" His voice carried both skepticism and intrigue. "And how do you know all this? It's not as if Kaiden himself told you. Who… are you?"
Beside him, Serine's gaze sharpened. "More importantly what are your intentions?"
The Queen let out a soft chuckle, a knowing smile playing at her lips.
"And here I thought I was a good storyteller." Her voice held a teasing lilt. Then, her gaze turned serious. "You haven't figured it out? I was the only friend Kaiden had. The only elf he ever trusted. That's why he sent you here."
A sudden realization dawned upon Lyra. Her breath hitched as she whispered, "Don't tell me… you are.."
The Queen inclined her head, her voice calm yet resolute. "Yes, I am Silvy."
A Truth Long Hidden :
The revelation sent shockwaves through the room. Serine furrowed her brows, struggling to reconcile the Queen of Eldoria with the young elf Kaiden had once befriended.
"But… how?" she questioned, her voice laced with confusion. "You are the Queen. Only those of ancient royal blood can ascend to the throne, according to elven tradition."
Silvy's laughter was light but carried a hint of nostalgia. "Oh my! You know of our ancient traditions? I'm impressed." She leaned back slightly. "You see, I am not the rightful heir to the throne."
A sudden movement drew everyone's attention to Aerion, the elven general, who stiffened. "Your Majesty!" His voice was firm but edged with concern. "That is classified information. Are you sure you wish to reveal it?"
Silvy nodded. "It's fine, Aerion. I trust them." She exhaled softly before continuing. "While I am not the true heir, I do possess royal blood, which is why my magical reserves far exceed that of an average elf."
Draven, a keen observer of magical energies, spoke next. "I see… The moment I stepped into this room, I could feel the immense pressure of your mana. There is no doubt only those of royal lineage can possess such power."
Silvy smiled at his keen perception. "You're right, Draven. My father was the younger brother of King Aeron Sylvaris. After the war, Kaiden ensured my safe return to the elven army. They had presumed me dead, lost alongside my parents. My uncle, the King, was overjoyed to find me alive."
Kaen exhaled sharply. "That's… a lot to take in."
Silvy nodded. "At that time, my uncle had no children, so he adopted me as his own and entrusted me with the throne."
Lyra's eyes widened. "Then that means… the King never had an heir?"
Silvy shook her head. "That's not entirely true. My uncle does have a daughter. But she has no interest in politics. She values her freedom far too much." A gentle smile softened her face. "She is just too precious to me."
To be continued...