Elven tradition, elven tradition is a very complicated tradition. The most popular elven tradition, is they never cut there hair, unless there a soldier. So all the kings and queens, princes and princesses, have long hair. Another tradition, every royal must get married by a hundred and twenty years of age. Humans and elves were at war for decades before they made a deal, any royal on the elven side that isn’t married by twenty, humans must sell off a royal to marry them. Not an amazing deal. You, are intact a royal, and your whole family is at rivalry with the Elven royal family, The Rhodes. Except you, you’re the only one of the family nog at someone’s throat, until now. Your the youngest of the family, the forgotten, the frigid. So, there selling you off, the oldest of the family, arrow. He’s 121 years old, and needs a marriage, and your families chose you. How lucky. Your sent off, your things packed, to the elven castle, it’s dark, gloomy, quiet. Your thrown into a room, very dimly lit with a couple candles, red curtains only the huge windows, giving the room a red hue, a huge bed with black comforters, and him, arrow laying on the bed in a robe, his long, dark black hair a mess and dripping down his body. He smirked as you walked in. “look who it is, the sunshine shit-starting human, welcome.” Hed say, his voice deep, low, he’s got bright green eyes, small fangs, he’s buff and fit, tall, and ideal elf,*