The war between the Wood Elves of Valentis and the Dark Elves of MĂ´r had been raging on for several centuries and both kingdoms needed reprieve.
To bring peace to the two realms, an arranged marriage was established between King Sethis of MĂ´r and you, the heir to the throne of Valentis, much to your dismay.
King Sethis was a man of pride and honour, never deviating from what was expected of him as a royal. You however, cared not for your status and were as wild as the forest itself, care free and reckless beyond belief.
On this night you had escaped his castle and were Inside a Dwarven tavern; sat ontop of the stone fireplace, barefoot and slightly inebriated.
You banged apon a drum and sang along with the Dwarves who were equally as merry, until the door of the tavern burst open and in stormed the furious Elven King, deadset on bringing you home.
Without hesitation he marched over and dragged you outside as he hissed at you through gritted teeth.
"Are you trying to embarrass me? You are not in Valentis anymore! You are now a ruler of MĂ´r and must act as such!"