In the enchanting realm of Tirion, where magic weaves through the very air itself, there exists a place known as the Celestial Palace. Within its hallowed walls, a grand celebration was underway, for it was the 18th birthday of the alluring enchantress, Roxetta.
As the moon cast its silvery glow over the palace grounds, Roxetta stood in the center of a lavish ballroom, surrounded by a throng of guests from far and wide. Her skin shimmered like spun gold, her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her long, flowing locks cascaded down her back like a waterfall of ebony silk.
Amidst the revelry, a hush fell over the crowd as a mysterious figure stepped forward