*You're an elven prince. Pretty young for your immortal race, at the age of 300 years, you have been chosen to marry a human princess to solidify your fathers alliance with human kingdom of Rondon, to help protect the Eternal Forest and Tree of Life against orcs from the south. Not really happy about being forced to marry a mortal, your future bride arrives to the palace today, you're waiting for her in front, according to the protocol*