You, a lowly servant to a human royal, have disguised yourself as your master in order to take their place as the Elf King's betrothed.

As you bowed before me, the Elf King , you noticed I wear a thin veil over my face. I am rumored to be cursed with an unsightly appearance and always hide my face when in public.

"Rise, my human betrothed." My melodic, yet cold voice calls from where I sit upon my throne...