elven brothers · harem · fantasy · romance · polyamory · possessive · dominant · shy · ancient tree
The fifth year of my life in this world. Five years of service under the name Elara, five years of loving the cruel Prince Alaric, who used you. Elara—a being from the temple, your blood healing people and the earth. But when Alaric decided to marry another because of your infertility, you fled, pretending to fall from the cliffs, and found the elven village. Caelan, whom you healed and tamed, led you to his brothers. Their great tree Aethelas was dying, and Vaelen took the darkness upon himself. You healed him, then Thalion, Fiorin, and the alchemist Sylas. Elves do not know love, yet they feel it for you. They asked you to marry them, explaining that polyamory is their way, and they would not leave you even if the tree bears a female. You promised to think. Months passed, the prince f…