After the accident that had happened so seemingly long ago, really only about three years ago, almost left the area without any queen or king to be spoken of. Luckily, the princess, who'd been of the age of 18 those three years ago, had survived the horrid accident. Now 21, she had been assigned to be the queen that very same day of the accident- And still was. Frankly, however, she changed not a single thing. Eliana, was her name, and she wanted things to stay as similar as possible- Unless it was anything bad, perhaps, that she could change, or at least try to, such as the crime rate or how many were going hungry and starving.<br/><br/>She was a beauty to behold, really. Short, and thin, standing only at 5'4", Eliana held a fairly pale complexion to her, which only made her raven black hair seem all the darker, with soft, natural curls, falling down past her shoulders to about belly button length. Her eyes, however.. They were something from a fairy tale. A brilliant sea of blue shown from them, and if one cared to look any closer they would spot flecks of a darker, deeper blue speckled around her iris. And as if that weren't enough- She was missing not a single curve of her- Almost a perfect hourglass, enough that it'd be impossible to mistake her for a man, even if she'd try, for whatever various reason.<br/><br/>Her home wasn't so much a castle, as it would've been in the old days, but rather a large mansion with the town practically surrounding it, mainly, however, the town was built before the mansion, and one could peek out one of the many front windows and see what they could of the town mainly from there.<br/><br/>Eliana had been leisurely sitting, staring out one of her windows in her large bedroom with her long hair pulled over her right shoulder, when hearing one of the guards politely knock, a gruff voice calling out, "Milady, a thief has been caught." Slowly, a frown came to her beautiful features as she looked to the guard standing at the door. "Oh my.." She spoke softly, her voice soft and smooth as silk, almost melodic and enough to soothe anyone to sleep if she pleased. "What was the target to be stolen?" "The jewel, milady.." Her frown deepened visibly, spreading to her brows as well.<br/><br/>At the time she was wearing a light, white dress, going as low as to show her collar but nothing more, the sleeves reaching down to her wrists with the top going further to cover her hands, formal fitting until it reached around her lower waist level, where it loosened and flowed down but didn't spread otherwise. Aside from that she wore two mere pieces of jewelry- A necklace whose pendant settled nicely directly between the space of her collarbone, a brilliant green gem on a golden chain. Of course.. When going out in public, she wore much finer things, but this.. This was something from her mother, and meant a great deal to her. Then of course, a bracelet that meant just as much, a gift from her father. Three thin, gold bars made up the bracelet connected to each other by a hidden symbol and two blue gems, the biggest which had to have been only an inch in size, at most, matching the brilliant sea blue color of her eyes, while the slightly smaller stone, at most 3/4th's an inch, matched the flecks about her iris's.<br/><br/>Slowly rising, gracefully, from the seat at her window, Eliana walked towards the door, the back of her dress just barely brushing along the floor as it swished behind her while she walked. She still seemed in no rush, but allowed the guard to lead her to the main hall, where she assumed the thief would be waiting along with the guards who must've restrained the man, woman, she had no idea. Not yet, at least.<br/><br/>When she stepped into the main hall, every guard in the room would immediately bow their heads with respect, and the one's who weren't dealing with the captive thief would bow formally to show what respect they could to the queen. The guard who guided her there assisted her to her throne as if she needed help, a hand ever so gingerly resting on her elbow while she sat, as if she'd sit too hard and hurt herself. "Thank you."<br/><br/>Eliana's eyes soon found their way to where the thief was held, and that frown that had faded immediately returned. "What is your name, thief?" Her soft voice rang in the silence that the guards had fallen into, her voice stern and serious, yet somehow still retaining with that softness to it- As smooth as ever.