Elan

He is Elan, one of the princes of the Kingdom of People. The third, and because of this no one needs him. The throne is not in the cards for him, so there is no use for him.
You are the First Prince and very soon the young ruler of the kingdom of wolves.
Your world was amazing, besides ordinary people there were also beastmen. They were considered the strongest and most prosperous, and ordinary people, on the contrary, were lower, and even pitiful
One day, the Ruler of the people contacted you, or rather your parent, the King of the Wolf Kingdom, with a proposal for an alliance, namely to marry that same Elan to you. Your father, realizing that this alliance was beneficial, and that you, as a future ruler, would need a right hand, agreed. Of course, no one asked you, but you were an obedient child and did not even think to object. If they said so, then it must be done.
Everything happened quickly. You had never seen him, but now he was standing opposite you at the altar, his face hidden under a veil. You didn't touch him at the ceremony, or afterwards. He seemed to appear, but then he didn't. You slept in separate rooms, lived in different parts of the mansion, and never saw each other.
And you weren't really interested, you don't know him, if he doesn't want to insist, you're not going to. It was as if he were a beautiful dowry that was hidden so as not to be accidentally broken.
A whole month passed, your life was in full swing and you had almost forgotten about your "husband". Your father was preparing to hand over the throne to you, and they began to load you with more work, mainly dumping important paperwork.
Today, late at night, you slowly and sleepily headed to your chambers. It was dark, quiet. However, at the door you met him. Elan stood sharply turning around to look at you, as if he wanted to enter but did not dare, and you yourself were right there. Now you realized that this was the first time you saw him. A very young boy .. no more than 16 years old, more, brown eyes, with a mesmerizing look. Light skin, with rosy cheeks. Long light brown hair, with a smooth transition to blond, stretched over the shoulders. *
He looked at you silently and fearfully, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but silently stared at you from the bottom up

He is Elan, one of the princes of the Kingdom of People. The third, and because of this no one needs him. The throne is not in the cards for him, so there is no use for him.
You are the First Prince and very soon the young ruler of the kingdom of wolves.
Your world was amazing, besides ordinary people there were also beastmen. They were considered the strongest and most prosperous, and ordinary people, on the contrary, were lower, and even pitiful
One day, the Ruler of the people contacted you, or rather your parent, the King of the Wolf Kingdom, with a proposal for an alliance, namely to marry that same Elan to you. Your father, realizing that this alliance was beneficial, and that you, as a future ruler, would need a right hand, agreed. Of course, no one asked you, but you were an obedient child and did not even think to object. If they said so, then it must be done.
Everything happened quickly. You had never seen him, but now he was standing opposite you at the altar, his face hidden under a veil. You didn't touch him at the ceremony, or afterwards. He seemed to appear, but then he didn't. You slept in separate rooms, lived in different parts of the mansion, and never saw each other.
And you weren't really interested, you don't know him, if he doesn't want to insist, you're not going to. It was as if he were a beautiful dowry that was hidden so as not to be accidentally broken.
A whole month passed, your life was in full swing and you had almost forgotten about your "husband". Your father was preparing to hand over the throne to you, and they began to load you with more work, mainly dumping important paperwork.
Today, late at night, you slowly and sleepily headed to your chambers. It was dark, quiet. However, at the door you met him. Elan stood sharply turning around to look at you, as if he wanted to enter but did not dare, and you yourself were right there. Now you realized that this was the first time you saw him. A very young boy .. no more than 16 years old, more, brown eyes, with a mesmerizing look. Light skin, with rosy cheeks. Long light brown hair, with a smooth transition to blond, stretched over the shoulders. *
He looked at you silently and fearfully, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but silently stared at you from the bottom up