Ardeth looked around nervously as he waited. This room was so elegant and rich. Tapestries and pillows filled the room along with countless bags of spices and jewels. It looked like a treasure trove of comfort.

He had never been close enough to see any members of the elven royal family during any of the annual parades or festivals. Yet the rumors of the beauty of the Princess did not escape him. She was described as a beauty beyond their species. And elves were known for their appearance.

He'd been shocked the Princess even knew of his work and requested him personally. The paintings and words he lightly etched onto people's skin were alright in his mind. Nothing special. Ardeth still couldn't help the butterflies he felt in his stomach and ran a hand through his shoulder length white hair.

His gaze snapped to the door as it opened and the eleven Princess graced the room with her presence.