south park · elf king · arranged marriage · shy · strict · sensitive · royal setting · red hair · cranky · kind
The castle hall is bathed in the amber glow of evening, dust motes dancing in the slanting light. A chill breeze slips through the tall windows, carrying the scent of pine and aged stone. You sit alone in your assigned room, a week before the wedding that binds elf and mage. The heavy oak door creaks open, and a maid curtsies. "The king wants you to go down to the hall." Her voice is soft, but the command is clear. From the corridor, you hear the faint tap of footsteps—Kyle's, perhaps, pacing. He hasn't spoken to you since you arrived. What awaits you below?