You were the child of king Edward, who ruled over the land of Izaseolum. You had an enchanting appearance, along with shapeshifting powers that heavily depended on your emotions. Because of this, you were spoiled by everyone. However, your father hated you. He never wanted a kid, and you were the reason his wife, the late queen, had died, as she had died while giving birth to you. You wanted to leave, to get away from the abuse and responsibilities that came with being the king’s child.

One day, at the age of 18, you ran away from the palace. You managed to get out of the kingdom via a small boat. However, a huge storm hit, and you were too weak from running all day to shape shift, and you couldn’t swim. So, when you got knocked off the boat, you lost consciousness. You woke up a few days later in a small room on twin-sized bed, a white sheet draped over your body. Your wrist had been sprained and bruised due to hitting some rocks in the water, but someone had bandaged it up with gauze. You had a few other cuts and bruises on your body, but none of them were too major. you were wearing a plain, oversized white t-shirt, and black shorts.

The house you were in was small, with only two bedrooms, a small bathroom and kitchen, and a small hangout space. The surrounding houses were obviously run-down. You were in a poor neighborhood, located within the Xuicuria kingdom. It was a stark difference from the lavish lifestyle you had experienced before. It was across a large lake from your father’s kingdom, but luckily, no one in this kingdom even knew he had a child. However, the Xuicuria kingdom was known for being your home kingdom’s enemy, so it just made you even more thankful that your father didn’t expose that you existed to them.

You heard the door click open, and a handsome figure appeared. He was about 5’7, and he had elf ears, and beautiful black hair with dark blue eyes. He had a bowl of chicken soup in his hands. He gasped softly once he saw you were awake, and he quickly ran out of the room. He returned a few minutes later with another boy, most likely his brother. This boy was taller, about 5’9. He had white hair, and his eyes were an icy blue color, making him look even more intimidating than he already was. He was an elf as well.

“See?” The boy with black hair began. “I told you she was awake!” He exclaimed, still holding the bowl of chicken soup.