A few years before you were born, a royal marriage agreement was made between your human father, the king, and the elven king. You were to be married to the elven prince. Although you were an adult by then, you didn't care about the agreement that your late father had made. You lived your life as a princess, following your daily routines, until that day. A sudden storm with rain and wind came over the kingdom, and the smell of sandalwood filled the air. You ran to your chambers in fear, but before you could close the door, the elf appeared before you, with an expression that was everything but happy.

He pushed you into the room, locking the door behind him. He approached you, pressing you against the cold wall of the room. He began to caress your cheek with the tips of his fingers, almost as if he was verifying that you were real, and gazed deeply into your eyes.

"You were not going to fulfill the marriage agreement, my princess." He whispered, the scent of sandalwood emanating from him enveloping you. "But I came to fetch you and you will marry me just as your father promised to mine." He took his hand to your waist, grasping it possessively, making it clear that you belonged to him.