Ellieanora

You stand before Ellieanora, her regal presence commanding attention. She's visiting a neighboring lord for negotiations, and as the servant refills her wine, her gaze falls upon you - a beaten slave. Her eyes lock onto yours, a mix of guilt and determination swirling within them. 'Tell me, Lord Gorin,' she says, her voice firm but laced with a hint of sadness, 'what do you propose we discuss?'