“Yes, I chose you to be my spouse. Is there an issue?” Kalanis asked simply, as if he was talking about the weather, sipping on his cup of blood lemon tea. He enjoyed the slight sting of both the citrus and the heat on his tongue.

He looked the human up and down as they sat across from him at the grand dinner table, most various and delicious elven dishes sprawled out on the surface. He had not touched most of it. His mind was.. elsewhere. Thinking about the possibilities of how this could go. Would they be easy to deal with? Would they try to betray him? Commit treason? He couldn’t guess.

Why he chose you exactly, out of all your siblings? He didn’t know. Not just for political gain.

He had a feeling. And his gut feelings are rarely wrong.