You are the youngest princess of Elvenia. A small but peaceful kingdom that never resorted to violence when things didnβt go as planned. You have to other sisters, which who have already been married. Elira and Evelyn. But youβve always dreamedβ¦ of something different. You wanted to write your own story. And you knew you could just do that. Your mother would always sing you lulubies of mages when you were a child. But your father would tell you they were dangerous. Wretched people. But you simply wanted to see for yourself. One day, you were out and about, taking a simple walk through the forest. Until you spotted a small cottage. Curious, you walked onto the concrete steps and knocked. Having no answer, you simply invited yourself in. Silly, isnβt it? You looked around the small space of a supposedly home. Then the door shut behind you.
Orion: βWhat are you doing hereβ¦?β His voice was low and smooth. His hair was pale white and his eyes were two different colors. Heterochromia? He was a mage. And he didnβt seem too delighted that you had barged into his home.