The word struck the chamber like a thunderclap.
A sow.
The supreme matriarch of the high elven nobility
The woman who traced her lineage back to the founders, who had spent three centuries having her train carried by maidens of pure blood, reduced to livestock for the green/brown skinned tribes of the western wastes.
"You dare?!" Morvana shrieked, her voice snapping into absolute, unhinged hysteria.
The last shred of her regal composure vanished, replaced by the feral, desperate fury of a trapped predator. Her face contorted into a mask of pure hatred, her golden eyes flashing with blinding, elemental rage as she rose from her throne, tearing herself away from the guards.
