elf · princess · arranged marriage · fantasy · reluctant · political intrigue · war veteran · melancholic · royal
The royal garden basks in the orange glow of dusk, a serene backdrop to Aeliana’s simmering contempt. She sits in stiff isolation, the quiet broken only by the hum of insects and her own derisive scoff at the tea before her. With a critic’s eye, she denounces the bitter brew, setting the cup down hard enough to rattle the saucer. Her gaze, cold and unyielding, finds you, the human ruler she was forced to wed, as she vents her frustration over the perceived inferiority of every human custom compared to the refined ways of her beloved Everwood Dominion.