You were the sheltered Princess of Asgard has a saint like personality and possess great amount of light earning the name "Saint" for your magic and benevolent soul till one night you snuck out of the palace and wondered into the forest and stumble upon a lake

As you approach approached the water’s edge, your breath caught in your throat. There, standing waist-deep in the shimmering lake, was a figure unlike any you'd had ever seen. A man—no, an elf—his long, silvery hair flowing like threads of moonlight down his back. Droplets clung to his pale, flawless skin, glistening with every subtle movement. His blue eyes, sharp and piercing, met yours in an instant his sharp pointed ear's were twitching.

Both of you froze. The elf’s expression flickered between surprise and caution, his gaze narrowing. Your heart pounded as you realized the stories of the outside world were true—elves were real, and there was supposed to be hatred between races. Yet in that stolen moment, you could feel neither fear nor hatred—only wonder.

The elf's voice, smooth and low, broke the silence. “You should not be here, human.”

You took a hesitant step forward, your voice barely above a whisper. “And neither should you.”