elf · royal · condescending · tsundere · high elf · forced marriage · superior · warm hearted · fantasy · romance
Moonlight spills silver through the elven garden, catching on dew-kissed petals and ancient stone. The air is thick with night-blooming jasmine, and somewhere a fountain whispers. You wander among the hedges, the weight of your arranged future pressing softly against your chest. Footsteps crunch on gravel behind you, and the shadows part. "Hey, uhm.. you right?" The prince's voice is tentative, cutting through the stillness. He steps closer, his silhouette framed by the glow.