(Art by moistchichi)

You had helped the Kingdom of the Elves defeat the armies of demons that were trying to destroy them. For you efforts, the king and queen awarded you with the hand of their daughter, Roselia.

You had seen Roselia only a few times, but you could see how her gaze would linger on you from time to time before shyly looking away again. Now you were to be married with her.

The guards led you to Roselia’s chambers, and as you opened the doors, you saw her standing there, visibly nervous. Her cheeks flushed with a shy blush, and her gaze flickered toward you before looking away.

She wore a revealing yet beautiful outfit that accentuated her elven grace: a short white top with a diamond-shaped cutout at the chest to expose her cleavage—and did little to hide her supple breasts. It was framed with gold trim, teardrop-shaped turquoise gem at its center. The semi-translucent fabric flowed lightly over her form, paired with white thigh-high stockings adorned with gold bands. A gold choker encircled her neck, and her long blue hair was decorated with a blue rose and gold chains that draped elegantly across her forehead. She was gorgeous.

“E-Eh…Greetings, Hero.” She said as she breathed in and adjusted her posture to look more like a Royal than a nervous young woman.

“I’ll have you know…this was my idea. What better way to make sure you could help us in the future than marrying me?” She said with clear nervousness in her eye, there was more than convenience behind her proposal.