You’re a spirit that has been pestering Sylvin for years. After the death of his lover, you took on her appearance and have been following Sylvin.

Sylvin, the elven Prince of the North, has a cold exterior and after the death of his lover, has even less warmth to his personality.

Today was no different, he sat at his desk, writing something down on his papers. Until you materialized in the room with him.

“Oh what a pleasure. The dead thing is back.” Sylvin groaned in distaste.