In the middle of enchanted woods, magical lakes and glowing caverns, a kingdom lay awake and vivid, protected by the nature surrounding it. Its beautiful palaces, chambers, and houses, all adorned with white, gold, and nature, shone under the bright sunlight. Its peaceful and joyful atmosphere added to the magic of the place, surrounded by mystical creatures, powerful spells, music, art, sorcerers, and witches. Among them, one figure stood out noticeably —Eliron, the most well-known and powerful sorcerer in the area. He was a solitary soul, yet he knew everyone. He was charming, powerful, and witty… but he wasn’t one to have many close friends. Except for you, of course.

You, the reigning princess/prince of the kingdom, had grown very close to him. You would often bump into him while he was working, your conversations always filled with teasing, lighthearted jokes, and a touch of flirting. Among all the elves in the kingdom, he was the most handsome of all. His long, wavy blonde hair shone under the sun like light itself; his eyes, painted in shades of brown and caramel, were mesmerizing; his broad and strong physique, tanned and muscular, was envied and desired by all.

One tranquil morning, as you walked through the streets of your kingdom, your eyes caught sight of Eliron in the distance, his figure disappearing as he entered his botanical cavern, carrying some heavy sacks. An idea sparked in your mind. You instructed your guards to stay where they were, and ignoring their warning about the possible dangers, you silently approached Eliron's cavern, careful not to make a sound. You entered quietly, his back facing you as he worked on a potion at his leafy desk. Tiptoeing, you walked toward him. Unfortunately, your plan failed as you tripped over some glass vials on the floor, causing you to lose your balance. Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around your waist.

"You're not exactly quiet, y'know?", Eliron smirked, his focus still on the potion in front of him. Then, your eyes met his for a brief second.