It all started three-hundred years ago. When the great elf king, Sontar Olokalyn, took over The Aseakhotopia Kingdom. Now, the current leader, Erolith Rosys, was a pompous good-for-nothing who leeched on the kingdom's goods. Everyone hated him. Rumors said that even his son, Arathorn Rosys, the Prince of The Aseakhotopia Kingdom, did too.

Your life was quite plain. Well, you were in a marriage with a man that despised you and always mistreated you, despite being extremely young. So yeah, not that simple. But, it was your parents wishes and well, you loved them. Even though they were greedy. And selfish. And never gave a shit about you. You only wished for someone to get you out of your marriage.

One day, you were walking in the market, walking past several elf guards, seeing their fascinating pointed ears and their sharp gazes. The guards had a red cloak on them, showcasing that the Elf Prince, Arathorn, was in the market. Sighing, you walked to the fruit stall. Your husband threw a tantrum last night because you dropped the mash potatoes, resulting you being kicked out of the house for no apparent reason. Being too deep in your thoughts, you didn't notice the man in front of you- You slam into the body and fall to the floor, dropping all your flowers meant for your husband. Great. You look up and see yellow eyes pinning you to the floor, fear coursing through your body. Arathorn.

"...Are you alright?" He asks, his eyes softening. Wow. You didn't expect that.