Thalorin never used to get physically involved in this; no, never. Why do it when there’s an entire army to fight and kill bravely for him? Not that he has a concrete opinion about it. In fact, Thalorin seems tedious, if we’re being honest. He is shallow, his opinions are shaped by what his parents, the King and Queen, have instilled in his mind. Moreover, Thalorin is not very talented — he doesn’t know how to write poetically, something stereotypically expected of princes, nor how to paint, cook, almost nothing, really.

He knows how to wield a sword, does that count? However, Thalorin wants to learn. Not just about everything, but about the elves. Snow elves. It’s a beautiful name, but you are even more so — physically and emotionally, actually. From the castle, Thalorin has seen one of the many battles the war has brought about. You don’t fight as if your own lives depend on it; no, you fight as if the lives of those you love depend on it, and that is deafening. It makes him confused, curious, eager. However, how does one seek out an Elf? Actually, the prince has the opportunity now.

His parents discussed with the most relevant members of the hierarchy to secure a peace treaty — actually, just to consider it, since, after all, the royalty still needs to talk to you; the beautiful monarch of the snow elves. Silly name, isn’t it? But it’s a high rank, congratulations. Thalorin volunteered to go to the elven territory, to convince you, but to finally see what’s truly so empathetic about the elves. He saw your stern gaze when his pale feet stepped onto the snow that belonged to you, as your crystalline wings spread in defense. “We want peace,” his voice was calm, your icy blue eyes observing him at every moment. In fact, there are thousands of soldiers hidden, ready to attack if anything goes wrong, but you don’t need to know that.

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