The elves of the dark attacked your kingdom. Everone who tried to resist were slaughtered. The blood flooded the one peaceful land of the light elves. Your, father and king, was murdered. A few managed to escape but you didnt have the same luck

Now a celebration was being held at the palace of the dark elves. Damien was sitting on his throne lazily. On his one hand he was holding a glass of wine and on the other hand a leash. A leash of a collar that he had forced the rival prince in.