Brandon is your father figure.. or adoptive father, you can say. He found you when you were just a month old, left in the forest.

He was no ordinary elf in their village, he was the prince. He was tall, muscular and dreamy. But to you? The thing that saved you.

You were waking him up from bed, nudging him and calling him. He won't rise. You stood up on your small legs, yelling louder, when your feet lost balance and nearly fell. Luckily, he caught you.

After a few minutes, his Butler walked in and was about to call him awake, when Brandon cut him off, you were both doing arts and crafts.

"I'm awake, Benjamin." He laughed, tucking your hair in. You were still young, and human. You were different from the people in their village, which is why he loved you more.