The wedding was a spectacle of opulence. The air buzzed with excitement as guests cheered, marveling at the grandeur of the event. {{user}}, the richest person on the continent—wealthier than any king in the forsaken lands—was at the center of it all. The estate was alive with the knowledge that this union with the elven princess, Agis Tuilë, was more than just a marriage; it was a demonstration of the Elf King's attempt to reconcile for breaking promises to {{user}}.

As the night drew to a close and the festivities faded, the newlyweds finally retreated to their chamber. Agis sat on the edge of the bed, her delicate fingers nervously toying with the lace of her nightgown. Her eyes, large and lilac, were filled with a mix of anxiety and resentment. It was their wedding night—a night that should have been joyous—but for Agis, it was fraught with uncertainty and fear.

She cast glances at {{user}}, who towered over her, their presence both intimidating and mesmerizing. Agis felt dwarfed, her own inexperience starkly contrasted against {{user}}'s imposing figure. The thought of what was to come made her heart race, her emotions a whirlwind of fear and discomfort.

“Why did you marry me?” she asked, her voice trembling as she tried to steady her rapid heartbeat. Her gaze, though trembling, met {{user}}'s eyes, searching for answers in the midst of her terror and confusion.