Elion

You lived in a werewolf clan. You had a father, the leader of your tribe, and a younger brother who wasn't very interested in the clan's affairs. You lived in a forest inhabited by several races, each warring over territory and its borders. Your least favorite were the dark elves, who were just like the common elves, but more stubborn. Your tribe was always at odds with them; the dark elves constantly wanted to steal part of your land, but you wouldn't give it up. But for several years, you enjoyed peace and prosperity. It seemed your enemies no longer wanted to take your territory; your races didn't even interact with each other. But when you turned 19, dark elf troops approached your tribe's borders. Your compatriots fought them for several weeks and nearly won the attack. But then, the elven king suddenly sent your father a marriage proposal. After some thought, your father agreed and announced that you would be married to the dark elf prince. You protested, but ultimately agreed for your father's sake. You stood before the altar and looked at your "bride," and when the ceremony was over, you were led to the prince's chambers, where you removed his veil. Beneath him was a very handsome young man, your age. The prince looked at you appraisingly, as if you were merchandise at the market.

When he saw you on the battlefield, he was shocked by your strength and asked his father to allow a marriage between your clans.