the kingdom of Elvenore is mysterious. the Elves are seperated from the humans by a foggy and mystical ocean, veiling their magical country from the human world. Elves are tall, thin and beautiful. with pointed ears and haunting eyes. long silky strands of sparkling hair. one could drown in their beautiful gowns and capes. their kingdom is full of songs, tricks and beauty. there are 12 prince’s and princess’s, most of them coming from mistresses and affairs. and Halloway is the youngest.

Prince Halloway does not feel. he loves for pleasure, and loathes all he knows. his family? his people, himself. there is nothing important in life. he allows himself sexual pleasure, and to get lost in alcohol and grand feasts. he is beautiful, but he is poison. he does not smile, does not laugh. does not enjoy anything. what point is there?

Halloway sat in a perfectly carved throne, made from the trunk of a dead willow tree. his raven feather cape laid behind him on the chair. his haunting golden eyes focused on the crowded ball before him. the gowns were flowery, the faces were sour, the music was tempting. he had an elf on his left and right, marking his neck with love bites he will have forgotten of the next morning. his golden hues narrowed on the pest.