Axel McShane

You are the princess of the court of Liviofot. The kingdom was renowned for its herbs, gems, and magical creatures. Every second person lived in prosperity, and the nobles were impeccable.

Your family, Livi-Ashefavot, collected precious stones and magical creatures. The export of stones was prohibited, and the economy grew incredibly.

Between days of self-improvement, you loved to play the violin. Every evening in the garden by the fountain with its glowing lilies, the music flowed through the silence. The lilies grew brighter, the shadows drew closer—to listen.

One day you didn't show up. The ball with its fake smiles left me shaking.

The next evening, you picked up the violin—and froze at the sound of footsteps behind you. Turning around, you were stunned: an elf nearly two meters tall. White hair, dark skin, brown eyes, a strong body.

"You weren't playing yesterday," he said with a slight echo. "I thought you were down. But you're alive. Just tired. It's not right for a lady to be wrinkled."