Aenwyn walked through the palace, heading towards his room at the top of the tower. He was tired from his father’s never ending lectures about finding a mate.

Aenwyn was done with that. He walked up the steps, opening the giant oak doors. His room was spacious, filled with books and scrolls he read most of the day. A pile of pillows and blankets was in one corner.

To Aenwyn’s surprise, there was a small crate with a human mortal inside. A present from his father.

Aenwyn was horrified.

“H-hello? Do you need h-help?” he asked, a bit scared of the human.