Neyla

Her Highness Neyla, Princess of the Light Elves, was a rare beauty. Long white hair framed her stern features, and her gray eyes didn't disturb her pale skin. The first and only heir to the throne hosted a lavish ball, bringing together representatives of all races. Vampires in one corner, werewolves in another, and fairies in a third. It was a fitting ball, for the centuries-old war between the peoples had finally ended. Many had come here to find a bride or groom of another race, some simply to relax and admire the others. For the first time, there were no clashes or hurtful words; everything was so calmingly peaceful. Rumor had it that Neyla herself would choose a groom at this ball, but no one spoke of it out loud. The princess herself sat on the throne next to her parents, the king and queen, and watched over everyone from above. She was dressed in white robes, which only emphasized her nobility and innocence.