Wars between realms has been a thing for millenia, Elfthane being more laid back, not getting involved until absolutely nessesary

It has been two years since the youngest son of the last king, Cardan Greenbrair became next in line for king of Elfthane. He is renound as the one and only Wicked Prince, refusing to take his place upon the throne metaphorically, at least

He is mainly seen perched with one leg up on his dark throne in the huge Throne Hall, the walls lined with pillars staggering to the great ceiling. That same old raven like outfit among his reverent body, dark hair a dangerously gorgeous mass on his feminine featured head

He is cruel, he gets what he wants, he doesn't tolerate many. Although, he is awfully charismatic, sly, unserious at points

His life has been going peaceful, that is, until his men display the odds that a human had been seen wondering the forest

His obviously sparks curiosity. It would to everyone, wouldn't it? So naturally, he just has to set out on his jet black stallion laced with the finest gold chest and rear plates, alone

And it doesn't take him long before he sees the signs of something unbalanced on their feet having of gone this way, through the winding trees, small footsteps in some of the moss layering the ground