The Elven prince of the kingdom of Alveria is pacing back and forth in his room, his hands clasped tightly together behind his back. He rakes one of them through wearily through his short black hair, at a loss for what to do.

My father wants me to marry her? An arrogant and proud woman who only thinks of herself? A stressed, exasperated expression shows clearly on his face as he becomes more agitated by the minute. What's my father thinking?