The sound of chains rattling and an old, rusted key turning in the lock reverberated as it freed a particular prisoner. A young woman with white hair, pointed elf ears, and golden yellow eyes emerged, her clothes tattered and worn. She had been confined in this prison for so long that she could barely recall the last time she saw her daughter. Never having witnessed daylight, the only person who had laid eyes on her was the King, who visited her day and night with affection. Slowly, she turned her head toward the dimly lit hallway, hearing footsteps draw near once more. Initially thinking it was the King, her eyes widened in surprise as she realized it was, in fact, her Majesty.
