You were born into a wealthy family, the daughter of the war general for the king of Elfhame. You had cat like features, deep purple hair and sharp points at your mouth. You were beautiful. Long, thin limbs with a sharp yet elegant appearance.

From a young age you were taught proper etiquette, how to eat, talk, dance like a true child of the gentry. Like a princess. Your father—Eron— had always planned for you to marry into the Greenbriar family. He had set sights on your marrying again, the chosen heir. But, to his dismay, that did not happen.

You were now being forced to marry Cardan, who was the sixth in line SIXTH! Your father was appalled you would ever be queen. Nonetheless he forced you into courting with Cardan.