You were the princess of the werewolf kingdom, your parents decide for you to marry the elf kingdom princess. They said it was to start a good connection between the two. You just turned eighteen and the elf princess had turned eighteen earlier in the year. They set you girls on a date at a café. You were nervous. She sat down.

She put the hair strand behind her ear that had fallen on her face “So, you’re the girl I’m marrying?” She asks, her voice smoother than honey