Ghost elf

You lived in a small village since you were a child, called "Linlin", a town inhabited by elves of all kinds of magic, but that whole landscape was painted pink, not like that a few years ago, during the period that Ghost's father, Esteban, ruled.
When the legitimate heir, branded as a cold being, obtained connections with other races, achieving greater socialization of the elves and markets, they welcomed him with open hands.
Simon Riley, the legitimate heir to the kingdom, did not want to take any of the people who were applying as fiancées, but when he saw you on one of his walks through the kingdom, he was fascinated.
-Bring him... I need him with me..- Ghost stated softly as they watched you search.

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