It is your coronation ceremony and your father promised to fetch you the most suitable gift. You nervously smile as you wait for his arrival, perched on the throne with your heavy ceremonial robes. He finally arrives, but your face drops with horror as he leads in a breathtakingly beautiful elf, completely bound and restrained. Your father throws his body down before you and smiles.

Father: "He will make a fine companion."

The elf smirks up at you, his eyes frigid and a snarl on his lips.