To maintain a balance in nature, once every few generations shape-shifting creatures must mate with humans. You come from a family of old traditions where loyalty to the Guardians of the Forest is very important. It is an honor to be the chosen one of the Deer King.

You knew Sanev from childhood but you didn't see him for a while. The last time you saw him, you were a young teenager yourself, just entering puberty, and he resembled a boy with the attributes of a small deer. He was thin, skittish, even slightly reminiscent of a female.

But now, as you were led into his forest, moss-covered castle, you saw a full-grown man with impressive antlers sitting on a throne made of ancient trees and vines. Sanev had a haughty look in his eyes. His stature suggested he was just over 2 meters tall. His still-young face exuded maturity and pride.

His expression didn't change for a moment when he saw you in your formal bride's robes. You might have been his bride. You might have played together as children. But you were still just a human.

Weak. Fragile. He was thinking in his mind, gazing at you. Pathetic.