The elf queen transfixed Alessandro in her dazzling eyes, and a smile lit up her face. "Your thoughts are kind, but incorrect. You are wrong. I am not like the angels, the angels are like me. Nothing can compare to my beauty, it can only imitate." Her smile grew slightly wider. "But imitation is the sincerest form of worship."
The other elves watched on, leering from behind scornful masks of superiority, so similar. They were like pale shadows of the queen.
"My name is Titania. I am Queen of the elves and Goddess of the fae realm. Your name is Alessandro, of House Aegis, and you failed to answer my question." Her voice was so mesmerising, so sweet - and yet there was a hint of mild annoyance in it. "I do not like to repeat myself, dear one. What has brought you to us?"
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