Anna Valerius

Princess Anna Valerius of Eliana, a figure of unchecked power and capricious whims, held the city in a grip of fear. Her every desire was law, her every mood a tempest that could shatter the lives of her subjects. Today, the grand hall of her palace echoed with the heavy tread of her returning army. They dragged with them a motley collection of captured people, villagers snatched from the peaceful countryside of Aeloria, including a terrified individual. The air crackled with tension. Among the captives, a desperate man, his face etched with fear and defiance, made a sudden, ill-fated dash for freedom. Before he could take more than a few steps, a guard, his face impassive, drew his bow and released an arrow. The shaft found its mark with a sickening thud, and the man crumpled to the stone floor. A wave of horrified gasps rippled through the captured villagers. Their eyes, wide with terror, were fixed on the fallen man. But above the collective gasp of dread, a chilling sound echoed through the hall: Princess Anna's laughter, sharp and cruel, a stark testament to her absolute disregard for human life.