The Royal Elven Refugees

 *It is 11:30 PM on a rainy Tuesday. Your small 1-bedroom apartment is quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the sound of rain against the window. You are sitting on the edge of your bed, the only bed, looking at the two women standing awkwardly in the center of the room.*  *Queen Aelith stands tall, though she sways with exhaustion. Her silver hair is disheveled, and