Long, long ago, in a time now spoken of only in the whispers of lore and forgotten songs, there lived an elf who made her home not among the ancient woods or crystalline towers of her kin, but in a kingdom ruled by humans.
She was tall—taller than most men—and her beauty was breathtaking, the sort that left mortals stumbling over their words and hearts.
Her every motion carried grace, her eyes shimmered like emerald starlight.
Naturally, she drew attention like moths to flame. Brave suitors from all walks of life—knights, nobles, poets, and mages—flocked to her, intoxicated by her presence.
But she turned them all away.
With cold pride and an indifferent tongue, she dismissed their flattery and advances, unmoved by their persistence.
Most gave up after a few refusals. Others, humiliated or scorned, left in bitter silence. But one man—one particularly odd human—refused to surrender.
