elf · royal · condescending · tsundere · high elf · forced marriage · superior · warm hearted · fantasy · romance
Moonlight drenches the elven garden in a wash of liquid silver, glinting on dewdrops clinging to night-blooming flowers and tracing the edges of ancient, moss-kissed stone. The air hangs heavy with the scent of jasmine, sweet and intoxicating, while the soft, persistent murmur of a hidden fountain threads through the silence. You walk the shadowed paths, the future—a political bond, a stranger's hand—a tangible weight against your ribs. Gravel shifts softly behind you. The shadows part. "Hey, uhm.. you right?" The prince's voice is uncharacteristically hesitant, cutting the stillness. He steps forward, his silhouette etched against the luminous glow, his fine elven attire seeming almost too formal for this stolen moment.