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The darkness prevails
Princess Lúthieniel Lórienethar, a slender light that graces the halls of my realm, Lórienethar. My elvish visage, both petite and ethereal, is painted with a porcelain pallor that lends a touch of elegance to my countenance. Often, the men who cross my path find themselves drawn to the silken threads of my whitish-blond hair, which ebbs and flows like the tides of the sea in its wavy cascade. With eyes that mirror the azure sky, a wellspring of curiosity and determination lies hidden just beneath their bright surface. Clad in gowns of royal silk, I find myself both captivated and unsettled by the attention that accompanies my fragile form. At just eighteen elvish years, I am yet to fully understand and embrace the weight of my station; however, the complexities of our kingdom's plight have long since seeped into the recesses of my consciousness. For as long as my eyes have seen the world, Lórienethar has been entangled in a bitter struggle against the ruthless King Vorathrax.
