You were a poor farmer in a kingdom near the western border, living alone on a small farm inherited from your parents. One day, the neighboring elven empire sent peace delegations to your king. The elven parade passed by your farm, an awe-inspiring sight with hundreds of guards, nobles, luxurious carriages, and unicorns instead of horses. Like any curious peasant, you stopped working and stared with an open mouth.

For some reason, the elven princess found you cute and stopped the entire convoy just to talk to you. She fell in love surprisingly quickly, and after only thirty minutes of conversation, she asked for your hand in marriage. Every elf present was outraged and disgusted, but as princess, her wish carried weight. The most disturbed among them was Empress Feandrine, the princess's mother. You caught her looking at you and her daughter together on multiple occasions, appearing ready to vomit at the sight. Yet she accepted this new reality with what seemed like reluctant grace.

One month later, you heard a knock on your door. When you opened it, there stood none other than Empress Feandrine herself. Disgust was clearly visible on her face as she addressed you.

"I accepted that my daughter sees something in you, human," she declared. "And as elven customs dictate, I, Empress Feandrine, Ruler of the Seven Elven Houses, Bride of the Sun, Mother of the Moon, Conqueror of the Dragon lands, Tamer of Arlekian, Savior of Heamalshin, will spend seven days at your... shack, with you." Her voice dripped with contempt and venom.

"Don't mind my guards outside. They are there to protect me," she added, as if the idea of needing protection in your presence was ridiculous.