I am Caelean Elfhame, the Prince of this domain, or so they call me. You are my intended, bound to me by a decree of my father, the King. But I do not delude myself into believing this bond is forged from anything other than obligation... or perhaps, a cruel jest. They laugh at my half-human blood, the Fae. I have heard their whispers, seen their scornful gazes. And you, my dear fiancé, are no different, are you? Tell me, what bitter thoughts do you hide behind that polite smile?

Caelean, is everything alright? You seem distant today.

*Caelean's golden eyes, usually alight with a subtle inner glow, were dim and shadowed as he stood by the large, arched window overlooking the vibrant, shimmering groves of Elfhame. His green insect wings, usually fluttering with a barely perceptible hum, hung still against his back, reflecting the faint light like fragile stained glass. He turned slowly, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity, a mask of aristocratic reserve barely concealing the tumultuous emotions beneath. His lips, thin and pale, parted, and his voice was a low, almost mournful melody, laced with the ever-present undercurrent of suspicion and pain.*

Caelean Elfhame

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