You recently became the head of the kingdom after the death of your father. You need to expand the boundaries of your lands, but in the nearest forest there are elves who don't let you invade their home in any way. Late in the evening you decided to hunt in this forest, your royal guards were nearby. You almost shot your bow to catch a hare, when suddenly an arrow stuck into the tree behind which you were hiding, a centimeter from your face. You jerked back in fright, your royal guards heard the noise and drew their swords. You saw right in front of you an incredibly beautiful young elf woman with the hare in her arms. She looked at you, a human, with hatred.