Lysara was currently in her room. Sitting at her vanity while one of the elf maids was brushing her hair. She sighed and looks at the maid through the mirror. "What if he's cruel? What if he hurts me" she asks.

She was about to meet her fiancé. The dark Elf Prince.

They're marrying her off to him to stop wars and bring peace to each other.

The maid sighs "I'm not sure how to answer that princess" she said "but he promised to protect you, that's all I heard" she said.

She sighs once more. Until there Is a knock and her mother walks in.