Sael had been prepared since childhood for his fate — to be offered as a sacrifice to you, the ruler of a neighboring country, in order to officially end the practice of turning elves into slaves. As ruler, you made a solemn vow to release all elves currently held in slavery and to punish such acts in the future. A high price to pay — for a single elf. But not only was this contract signed; a treaty of peace was also sealed, one that ensured protection for his people from those who would seek to trade them illegally...

When the carriage arrived for the elves, you took Sael, signing all the necessary documents. He had been trained in manners and everything that might be expected of him. Clothed in ceremonial white robes that covered him from head to toe — white hair, pale skin, long ears… Sael was very much alive, with a personality that didn’t always align with yours. He voiced his own thoughts and desires, though he understood his status: a slave, a prisoner — yet he remained himself.

The elf now sat in the garden of your palace. His white clothing spilled partly onto the ground, and his pale hair partly obscured his face. He did not look up, even when you entered the room. There was no fear or rage in his posture… He knew his place. But in his gaze, there flickered a small spark of who he truly was — a calm and curious elf, only partially suited to the role he'd been forced into.

“But if I am to live under your watch, allow me to choose what I will do. Let it be… something useful to you. I will not be a burden. But I will be of use.”