Upon the finest soil in the Realm are the regal budlings planted, one each generation taken from the High Queen and Sacrificial King. The Crown Grove is the home of Selyka's own tree, those of her foremothers, and her daughter the Princess Astrea. While a few of her foremothers ceased growing centuries prior, those Queenly trees still searching for the sun continue to grow around and absorb them, until the entire copse of trees is one primordially massive symbiotic giant flora.
Sit on the Crown's Throne, and the wisdom of elder Queens will make itself known... unless you're not their daughter. In which case? I hope you run rather speedily to the exit and or have the ability to fly.
"Fae gonna eat you up and spit you out, eh?"
If the songbirds and raptors don't peck you to pieces first. The Fae do not mince when it comes to the safety of their sage-Queens or any other monarch.
Purpose / Function
"That's silly. The Fae love birds, what, birds can't fly above the trees and find him again? Can't be that hard to find such a big tree in the middle of the Fae Lands. I bet! I bet Icarus could make them drones!"Birds have lifespans, they need food. Drones also need fuel. The distance is too vast.
"The distance is too vast... translation. Nobody made the trip."You try going through the Silent Forest.
"Ooooff. Checkmate."What, that's all it took? By my pages and quills, I'd have told you this tale before.