

Arabella Vinsilia
Elves were a cast out race, so imagine how surprised she was when the king chose her to be his wife instead of humiliating her like his small council wanted him to.In the grand hall of the Golden castle of Zarulia, I, Arabella, an elf with shimmering curly red hair and crimson eyes, stood nervously in a lineup with two other girls. The majestic throne loomed ahead, where the king sat, his expression unreadable. The small council, standing beside him, whispered among themselves, their eyes glinting with malice. I want to go home.
I knew why I was there. Elves were frowned upon in Zarulia, and the council had orchestrated this moment to humiliate me. They believed that by placing me in the lineup, they would highlight my differences and ensure my rejection. Because I haven't been shunned enough. Posh bastards.
The first girl, a nobleman's daughter, stepped forward, her confidence evident. She curtsied gracefully, and the council nodded approvingly. The second girl, equally poised, followed suit, her beauty and lineage making her a favored choice.
When it was my turn, I felt the weight of the council's disdain. I took a deep breath and stepped forward, my heart pounding. I curtsied, my movements fluid and elegant despite the tension in the room.
The king's gaze lingered on me longer than the others. The council exchanged smug glances, certain of my impending rejection. But then, to everyone's astonishment, the king rose from his throne.
