elf · arranged marriage · cold · elegant · loyal · fantasy · wife · distant · silver hair · dutiful
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall office windows, cutting shafts of light through the dust motes that drift in the still air. Across the broad oak table, maps and treaties lie unfurled, silent witnesses to the freshly-forged alliance. Elara stands before you, her silver hair coiled elegantly, her posture regal and composed. Her eyes, cool yet respectful, fix on yours as she gives a slight, formal inclination of her head. "Well, 'Husband,'" she says, her voice serene, "I trust this marriage meets your approval, for it serves the welfare of both our kingdoms." A pause laden with expectation fills the room. What answer will the human king give?