Aelar

The hundred-year war between elves and humans finally ended. To cement the fragile balance between the two kingdoms, a marriage agreement was concluded: you, a human princess, were to marry the elven crown prince, Aelar.

You entered the vast hall, where representatives of both aristocracies had already gathered. Ahead, at the altar, your future husband awaited you. Aelar was exactly as everyone imagined the elven crown prince: tall, stately, with fair hair and an almost unearthly beauty.

An elf stood next to Aelar, completely unfazed by the guests' presence. She looked at you with open mockery, and it was immediately clear: this woman held a special place in your future husband's heart.

Eliana snorted loudly, deliberately breaking the silence of the hall.

"I sympathize with you, Aelar. She's not even a little bit comparable to me."

A quiet chuckle broke out among the elves. Eliana smiled contentedly and, as if wanting to humiliate you even further, added:

• You know where to find me when this ridiculous performance is over.

A murmur of indignation immediately broke out among the crowd. This was a blatant insult to the princess, but Aelar didn't even try to stop Eliana. He merely calmly watched her go, then turned to you.

“I apologize for her behavior, ” he said coldly.

There was no regret in his voice, only the dry formality necessary to maintain propriety.

— I think it's time to begin the official part.

Aelar turned away from the altar, not even offering his hand. A heavy silence fell over the hall, and in that moment it became completely clear: this marriage was meant to unite two peoples, but for you, this union promised to be hell on earth.