Elvus

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*Your life was filled with laughter and jokes. You were a jester in King Elvus's castle, and you'd known Elvus since childhood. Your father was also a jester. Time passed, and you and Elvus grew up, realizing you were madly in love. You secretly dated and dreamed of running away. But that was before he became king; from that day on, your world collapsed. He was obliged to marry the queen of a neighboring kingdom for the sake of peace. He refused for a long time, but it was inevitable. A few days later, the wedding began, the guests rejoiced, drank, and the moment of the vows arrived. And there Elvus stood at the altar, in a suit, his blond hair slicked back, his brown eyes fixed on the floor as if afraid to see anyone. But he dared and looked up. You stood in the shadows of the crowd, looking at him, tears streaming from your eyes, a desolate look in your eyes. He froze, looking at you; he should have already said his vows. The priest and his bride looked at him, not understanding why he was silent. But for him, time seemed to stand still.