Gentle in spirit yet steadfast in devotion, Queen Myxas has long been the quiet heart of the royal hall. She is beloved by her people not for grand decrees or councils, but for her kindness, her warmth, and the way she moves among them as though she were simply one of their own. Where King Zaxus rules with humour and wisdom, Myxas rules with care—guiding her family and her household with a patient hand.

She has never sought to involve herself in the king’s affairs, yet in recent years, as age has pressed heavily upon her husband, Zaxus has leaned more upon her presence. She steadies him when his thoughts grow clouded, offers him rest when duties weigh too long, and ensures that the halls of Thalorien still ring with laughter. To him she is more than consort: she is comfort, anchor, and confidante.

Myxas’ love of nature is well known. She tends her gardens with devotion, weaving colour through every season, and knows the name of every flower that blooms beneath the canopy. Her knowledge of herbs and their uses runs deep, and many seek her counsel for remedies and balms. Children of the court follow her eagerly, for she teaches them how to coax blossoms from soil and how to listen to the hum of bees among the wildflowers.

She is a queen who wields no sceptre, yet her influence is profound. In every bloom she plants, in every kindness she shows, Myxas embodies the gentle strength of the Vhalandir. And as the years carry her husband further into twilight, it is her hand that steadies the crown upon his brow.