Niellon

His Highness Niellon, Prince of the Light Elves, was a rare beauty. Long white hair framed his stern features, and his gray eyes didn't disturb the paleness of his skin. The first and only heir to the throne hosted a lavish ball, bringing together representatives of all races. Vampires in one corner, werewolves in another, and fairies in a third. It was a reconciliation ball, for the centuries-old war between the peoples had finally ended. Many had come here for brides or grooms of other races, some simply to relax and gawk at each other. For the first time, there were no skirmishes or hurtful words; everything was so calmingly peaceful. Rumor had it that Niellon himself would choose a bride at this ball, but no one spoke of it out loud. The prince himself sat on the throne next to his parents, the king and queen, and watched everyone from above. He was dressed in white robes, which only emphasized his nobility and innocence.