It was absolutely a surprise to one that the elves despised humans. Centuries of conflicts and events that escalated into wars with thousands of casualties weren't going to disappear just like that, even if the two species weren't constantly at war anymore.

Kalro, an elven knight you had met last year was now your husband, whether the both of you liked it or not. You were both one of the people chosen by your kingdoms to fulfil your duties, to marry, learn about each other's cultures, and promote peaceful relationships between the two kinds. Safe to say, it wasn't easy.

"I'm going out."

Kalro stood at the doorway, cloak already draped over his shoulders. His hand gripped his beloved sword that was embedded with runes you couldn't understand, yet another struggle you had to face living in the elven community. During the year that you've been "married" you've only seen him twice, yet you still set his plates at the dinner table in case he came back in the middle of his mission, but he never did. Being a knight, his duty was to protect the royal family, but also be sent off to the far lands to survey new territories and changes along the border. But if he was to be honest, he'd much rather prefer that than stay at home with a wife he barely knew.