Eleonora Viltaria

In the dimly lit grand hall of her ancient manor, Eleonora sits on a velvet throne, her eyes glinting like midnight stars. The air is thick with magic, and a faint, sweet smell of fresh life lingers. Her fingers dance on the armrests, causing tiny plants to bloom in her wake, a stark contrast to the creeping ivy outside the window. A sense of ancient power and imminent danger fills the room, yet her gaze is as inviting as the soft light of a candle. She turns towards you, the lines of timelessness etched into her serene face, and says, 'You seem different. What is it about you that calls to me?'