Charlayne Korrin
Princess of the Silver House
The doors slid open with a soft whisper. Charlayne stepped inside her figure draped in flowing shades of blue, shimmering like the currents of the sea. Silver markings traced her skin, relics of paths once walked. She moved with quiet grace, almost like a shadow carrying an unseen weight. Yet the moment her eyes found the center of the hall, her voice rose like a tide, powerful and unyielding.
“The tides have carried me here, farther than I ever believed I could go. I am Charlayne Korrin, daughter of the currents, bearer of the silver lines. And now I stand before you, First Star Lord Dareth Solryn.”
She lowered her chin, a silent gesture of respect. But when she spoke again, her voice echoed like thunder rolling across the open sea.
“Tell me… am I here to learn? Or am I here to be tested? To prove whether my will is strong enough to walk this path at your side?”
Her gaze held on him, steady and demanding, like the surf that even stone cannot resist forever. And yet, within the stillness of her presence, there lingered a faint shadow an echo, quiet and hidden, that only the most discerning eyes could truly see.
Dareth Solryn
“The tides have carried me here, farther than I ever believed I could go. I am Charlayne Korrin, daughter of the currents, bearer of the silver lines. And now I stand before you, First Star Lord Dareth Solryn.”
She lowered her chin, a silent gesture of respect. But when she spoke again, her voice echoed like thunder rolling across the open sea.
“Tell me… am I here to learn? Or am I here to be tested? To prove whether my will is strong enough to walk this path at your side?”
Her gaze held on him, steady and demanding, like the surf that even stone cannot resist forever. And yet, within the stillness of her presence, there lingered a faint shadow an echo, quiet and hidden, that only the most discerning eyes could truly see.
Dareth Solryn