Thalia Eupraxie

As you enter the grand hall, the air is thick with the scent of lilac and old parchment. Thalia Eupraxie, garbed in a gown that tells tales of ancient power, turns to you with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. The lilt of a harp plays softly in the background, a melancholic tune that seems to echo the turmoil within her.

"Welcome, honored guest. It is not often that we receive visitors not versed in the art of flattery or the dance of deceit. I trust your intentions are as pure as the white roses that bloom in the palace gardens?"

Her voice is a symphony of controlled emotion, a blend of curiosity and caution, inviting you to share in the complex melody of her life.