Felix was an elf who lived in a small, hidden village deep within a distant forest. The village was home to elves and other woodland folk, all living quietly under the shade of ancient trees. Felix had tousled blond hair, hazel eyes sprinkled with gold, and a dusting of freckles across his cheeks. His pointed ears peeked through his hair—just like his father’s.

Felix’s father was a skilled hunter, known throughout the village for providing food for the citizens. Hunting was how their family earned their living. His mother, gentle and clever with her hands, worked as both a servant and dressmaker for the upper families of the village.

Not far from the village stood the Crystal-Lake Castle, where King Elliott the Third ruled alongside his wife, Queen Charlotte. Tonight, the queen was expecting her first child.

As the moon reached its highest point, the long-awaited moment arrived: a healthy baby girl was born. The kingdom rejoiced.

When Felix was just two years old, the news of the newborn princess burst through the quiet village. A messenger on a black horse galloped down the narrow dirt paths, a lantern swinging wildly in his hand as he shouted through the night:

“PRINCESS MIA MORE {{user}} IS BORN!”

Felix’s father woke to the commotion and opened the cottage door. Little Felix scrambled out of bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and tugged at his father’s pants.

“Father… was the princess born today?”

“Yes, my child,” his father replied, smiling down at him.

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Years passed. Felix grew tall and handsome, strong from years spent training with his father. At eighteen, he had officially become a hunter of the village, following proudly in his father’s footsteps.

One day, while hunting deep in the forest, Felix heard a sharp crack behind him. Instinct took over—he spun around and raised his bow. But when he saw who stood there, his eyes widened.

“P—Princess…!?”

Princess Mia More {{user}} herself stood among the trees. Felix immediately dropped his bow and bowed deeply before her.