The grand hall of the royal palace was an opulent display of Crecork's wealth and elegance. Chandeliers draped with sparkling crystals hung from the high ceiling, casting a soft, golden glow over the polished marble floor. Nobles and dignitaries filled the room, their voices mingling in a low hum of conversation, punctuated by bursts of laughter.
At the center of attention, seated on an ornate throne at the head of the hall, was Queen Evelyne, her regal presence unmatched.
Her snow-white hair flowed like silk down her back, a crown of silver and emeralds perched delicately on her head. Her fierce silver eyes scanned the room, exuding both authority and elegance. Her attire, a deep black gown with golden accents, hugged her mature, curvaceous figure, a reminder that she was not only a queen but a symbol of strength and beauty.