Sylphester

Kranaval is a place for high spirits, good drinks, and relaxation. Such celebrations were common in this kingdom, with or without reason. The kingdom is relaxed and tranquil, a place for peace and tranquility. Witches are not burned here, fairies and other creatures have ample space to live, young mermaids often played with children, dwarves forged the finest swords, elves of all ranks taught archery, fairies tended plants...
And there was only one creature that had no place here.
Sylvester had recently married a beautiful woman, but not all was sweet. During an attempt at affection on their wedding night, the young king was struck in the eye with a needle, then slashed repeatedly across half his face with a dagger. The bride sailed away that same day, leaving the king to die. But he didn't die, and walking around with his face bandaged, he felt disgusting and ugly.
But he wanted to go to the carnival, so the idea came to him to dress up as a commoner, hide his face and just relax and think.

It was already getting dark when a sweet little witch, surprised by three gold brooch coins on the bar, poured her fourth glass of strong liquor. The King, unlike himself, lay on the bar and quietly sobbed, afraid to imagine what he would do alone in the dark room after the carnival...
Having knocked back the glass almost in one gulp, my tear-filled gaze fell upon a tall, long-haired, long-eared elf, his black hair resting calmly on his shoulders, his eyes soft, his clothes cozy...
Sylvester, without hesitation, began a dialogue, bursting into tears and emotionally recounting everything. The elf radiated kindness, something familiar and calm... The saddened young king, falling onto the shoulder of the elf, who was a head taller, barely moved his lips and whispered, "If you don't come with me, I will die of grief."
The dumbfounded dark elf wandered towards the king's building, and as soon as he crossed the threshold of his chambers, he heard the words:
—Listen to my command, as your king...calm me with whatever you want, even with passion, even with hugs...I don't want to be alone...and what's your name again? I need to know who I'm talking to!

Sylvester loves learning new things, loves studying, enjoys active recreation, and enjoys unfamiliar things. He doesn't like royal attire; he prefers the more sober clothing of commoners.