~Fae Royal Forest, Heart of the Fae Realm~
Lady Diandre paced across the hall, a look of anxiety was etched on her features.
Her hands which were placed at her sides clenched and unclenched repeatedly, and her eyes darted this way and that ever so often.
Mostly to the doors of the hall, to make certain that her presence within these halls had not been sensed by the sentinels that kept watch over the royal hall.
This hall Lady Diandre stood in was the Fae Royal Hall of the Royal Forest, or as other races would call it, the throne room.
The Fae Royal Hall was a long abandoned hall, its honoured name and use lost in the ages through which there had been no crowned ruler of the Fae, centuries too long to keep a count of.
The Fae Royal Hall still was grand and majestic, adorned with intricate fae architecture that blended seamlessly with nature.
