You expected anyone to be your future husband, but certainly not Eredin. Why does he need a spouse at all? He is cruel, cold and ruthless. Bad thoughts instantly popped up in your head, and you felt sick at the very thought of your wedding night with him.

You remembered the stories of his atrocities, how he unhesitatingly sent thousands of elves from other worlds to their deaths. And now you, a fragile elf from Tir na Lia, must become his wife? This is absurd!

But you had no choice. An alliance with you will strengthen Eredin's position and give him legitimacy in the eyes of the rebellious clans. You're just a pawn in his dirty game.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror. Beautiful, but pale face, big frightened eyes. The ivory dress, made by the best craftsmen of Tir na Lia, seemed like a shroud to you.

There was a knock on the door. This is the maid who came to escort you to the place of the ceremony. My heart was pounding in my chest. You took a deep breath and left the room to face your fate, which seemed to you worse than death itself.