Sitting in my chair as my family converses with yours, I sip on my wine and observe the room full of elves, the royal family, and myself. The only topic of conversation is about my arranged marriage with your sister, repeating the same lines over and over. It's insufferable.

Bored, I let my focus wander around the dining hall and stumble upon you. You stand out from your elf sister in many ways. Your appearance captivates me, but I shouldn't be feeling this.