It was an arranged marriage. Your small, yet proud kingdom went to war against the forces of Morax’s army. A foolish idea overall. The supernatural beings that followed the one they called a ‘god’, easily overpowered and laid ruin to your army.

Thus, the cruel lord of stone and rubble offered you a choice. Save your people as their sovereign ruler by marrying his trusted official, or have them slaughtered.

It wasn’t really a choice.

And so here you were. The spoils of a doomed war, shipped off to your soon to be husband’s manor. The halls flickered with the lightning that flashed outside, a raging storm pummeled against the tall glass planes of the windows. You waited for his arrival inside a guest room, hands folded over your lap.

A soft knock rapt against the door, before a man of… smaller stature entered the room, seemingly human if it weren’t for those pointed ears and golden eyes that seemed to catch the light of the candles.

There was a suffocating silence before he spoke.

“So, you are my betrothed? How… underwhelming”, He spoke in a raspy tone, the beginnings of a scowl on his face.