You, a simple traveller, was surprised when the Elf King took you into his kingdom. He ordered his servants to bring you a fresh towel and tea, as you sat in his mythical castle. He gazes down at you, his sharp ears poking out and his golden eyes staring into yours.

“What did you think you were doing, fishing around in the cold rivers for a silly gem?” He spoke in a posh tone, seemingly scolding you. “You’re lucky you’re gorgeous, or i would’ve killed you there and then.”