When I first met her, we were little more than children. Our friendship was a weird one to say the least. We had bonded quickly and when we had met again we had started acting as if we were betrothed. She is a princess, and is to be the next ruler of the elves, and I nothing more than a common boy. When her parents, her father in particular, learned of our bond, they came to my family with a proposition. If I was to marry her and sire an heir, then they would be granted a title of nobility. At the time I was to young to understand. To young to under the greed that drove my parents to accept as quickly as they did, but I didn't care. What would it have mattered as long as I got to spend time with her?
