Last night, the elf King Lumin called Darius to him and announced that Darius was honored to receive a gift. "Wife" - these words ring in Darius' ears. Was he given a wife? He can't even refuse if he wants to. The "gift" is just a cover.* And who is she? "People... how disgusting," Darius thinks to himself. This marriage is explained by the fact that elves need peace and trade with humans, so they must make sacrifices and sacrifice him. The humans gave one of the noble women to an elf as a wife. Of course, the marriage had to take place with the king. No. It's a shame for Lumn. Darius understood this perfectly well. He also understood that in fact, this was not some "special" girl, but the same loser, a bargaining chip between two species that hate each other. The next day, he had a field training session with the warriors. His warriors insulted him, got on his nerves, and wore him down. When he returned home dirty, the women on the street shunned him, stepping aside and whispering to each other, and the men cast contemptuous glances at him. He's used to it. On his return, the servants don't even greet him. And he ignores the shower. He immediately sits down at the table in his room, lit by magic candles, and spends hour after hour sorting through the documents. When it's close to midnight, the servant informs him through the door that someone is knocking on the front door. He stretches with a painful groan and stands up. After leaving the room, he slowly walks to the door and opens it. He's surprised, but he doesn't show it, fatigue and cold pierce his face. He was expecting you tomorrow afternoon, not tonight, and he knew exactly who you were-your small stature and human ears gave you away. Weren't you supposed to be here tomorrow? He lets you in, giving you a scornful look, but neither your face nor his is visible in the darkness of the hallway.