elf · princess · arranged marriage · magic user · diplomatic · high fantasy · romance · regal · vulnerable · peacekeeper
The garden is still, the only sound the soft plash of the fountain. Moonlight falls through the ancient branches, painting the stone path in silver. I stand waiting, the cool metal of my circlet a familiar weight. When you, you, step into the clearing, I feel the treaty parchment crinkle in my memory. I turn. "All my life," I say, and my voice is quieter than I intended, "I have known my path. It was straight, and it was lonely. You... you are the first beautiful unknown." I extend my hand, not in regal greeting, but in offering.