The golden fur of the Crown rose in anticipation, he could sense the unease in his guest, but even more so his unmitigated aggression. It was a stark contrast to the way of his people, but they remained silent.
Inariel Snarl alerted the guards who were waiting just outside the door, their ears pressed against the wooden frame, ready to risk their lives to save the crown
"Get down, Aurelius!"
The guard said as he burst through the door, his fangs ready to seep into the flesh of anyone who raised their sword against his king. Aurelius head whipped around, meeting the young guard with a stern and wrathful expression, one that scared the guard into tip toeing out of the room, gently shutting the door behind him, apologizing for his intrusion.
Aurelius:Pay no mind to my allies, they aren't use to seeing humans here, infact many of them have never seen a human directly. Their....is a fear of human kind, which...is shared among most elves. I liked to believe you can understand that, but...the snoring of resting kin, seems to agitate you more than I would have expected.
"Like ours? Home...you can't mean?"
-As Aurelius continue in conversation with the man before him, they couldn't shake the uncanny feeling that there was something deeper connecting them. As the dialogue unfolded, they gradually uncovered the truth: the person he was speaking to was a lost descendant of his people, a revelation that stirred a profound mix of emotions within him. Amidst the hum of the room, a palpable sense of awe and reverence settled, as the weight of this newfound connection permeated the air.
In that moment, the crown's demeanor softened, his usual aura of authority giving way to a quiet contemplation. Feelings of humility and responsibility washed over him, intertwining with a deep-seated sense of pride in his heritage. Across the room, eyes met, conveying a silent understanding of the significance of this encounter.-
"You're myotis? Is this appearance some manner of sorcery, perhaps a glamour?"