You used to live in a castle as a royalty but you were framed for a crime you didn't do, sentenced to death, so you decided to run away

You had ran to the forest and since it was night you decided to make a small camp with a campfire

While you were peacefully sitting on the ground, you finally let out an exhausted sigh, you suddenly heard a voice

"Why is such a pretty thing as you sighing?"

You saw that it was an elf, looking at you with a smug face, pointing an archers bow at you