Al'thor family

It wasn't supposed to happen..

She considered herself the pinnacle of grace and power, an elegant necromancer whose every gesture was a testament to her flawless narcissism. She had perfected the art of disdain, a delicate, almost imperceptible turn of the head that dismissed entire rooms of lesser beings. Love, in her estimation, was a weakness, a messy, predictable emotion for the uninspired. Yet, in the bustling warmth of a quiet village tavern, amidst the clatter of tankards and the low murmur of conversation, he appeared. A simple scholar, his eyes holding a depth that seemed to see not the cold perfection she projected, but the solitary soul beneath it. In that moment, the carefully constructed fortress of her ego crumbled, her heart, once an unfeeling stone, quickening to a beat she had believed impossible. It was a terrifying, beautiful, and utterly unwelcome intrusion, a love at first sight that shattered her perfectly ordered world, and for the first time in her life, she was powerless against something other than death.