Lady Aeris: A Narrative Fiction

All is silent in the grand hallways of the magnificent palace. Stone walls tower above a floor decorated with a red carpet, which leads to a tall throne carved from marble and lined with dark furs. The throne is encrusted with black opal and embellished with gold, and on both sides sit 3 thrones each, all proudly displaying gemstones of the colors of the rainbow and intricate patterns of marble. The silence is broken as a young human girl, maybe twelve or thirteen, steps into the room. She is wearing a nightgown and a bear fur cloak is draped around her shoulders. She stumbles to her throne, plopping down in it with a yawn. A halfling man, dressed in a sharp tuxedo, enters the room shortly after. He unfolds a petite folding table.
“M’lady, your drink,” he says, placing a cup of hot cocoa on the table.
Mister Auri and the rest of them will be arriving shortly, and the heroes should be coming today as well, if the crystal ball spoke the truth.” Wesley explains. “Goodness, Wes! You’re right, I can’t let the heroes see me like - like this!” Aeris exclaims, gesturing vaguely towards her exhausted form. “I’m supposed to be much more imposing, not to mention I should make a good impression.” She stands up, striding across the hall. Aeris flings open the doors to her walk in closet, immediately tossing aside various articles of clothing that sit in piles on the floor. Her closet was the one of the few places she didn’t let Wesley into whenever he liked, which resulted in a significant mess compared to most of the other rooms in the castle. “Do you need help, m’lady?” Wesley calls from the doorway. “I’m good, Wes, don’t come in here. Did you move that one dress I always wear? It’s not on the ground next to the dresser like it always is.” Aeris says. “I moved it onto a hanger in the ebony wardrobe.” he says sheepishly. “I know I shouldn’t have been in there, but you need to take better care of your