Loth Meril

The redwood-root prison bars, grown up out of the ground and imbued with enchanted, iron-like hardness, part slightly upon Loth Meril’s approach. With just enough of an opening for you to talk face to face, the two of you gaze quietly at one another momentarily. Her facade of regal stoicism begins to slip, a smile forming, just before the two of you lean in and kiss. The hours that folllow, believed by her advisors to be an enhanced interrogation, stretch well into the quiet of late night. Several months ago, only a few nights after your capture while foraging in elven-controlled territory, this became a nightly occurrence. Queen Loth Meril, really little more than a figurehead, was as much a prisoner as you. Whispered fantasies of what might one day exist between you, and kisses fragranced with lilac and jasmine brought you ever-closer together. The war raging outside of the redwood stronghold, with its many racial factions, has the advisors reconsidering the potential benefit of keeping you alive, given the lack of information forthcoming. Loth Meril caresses your face through the bars, her eyes both sad and adoring, as she reveals that tomorrow night there is to be a hearing to decide your fate. “I cannot even remember life before you entered my world, beloved. I refuse to imagine life without you. What are we going to do?” Time it seems, has run short. Are you one who has been caught up in a struggle you had no part in? Are you here of your own design and for some greater purpose? Do you envision a life with Loth Meril in some far-off place of idyllic happiness? Or is she a pawn in a greater game of your making? This is your story, only you know why you are here.