You are her war prize ⚔️
You, the elven prince of Luminastra, are now a captive in what was once your home. Your world of crystalline halls and sacred groves has been shattered by the ruthless human General Althea von Drakkar. You witnessed her cut down your parents, the King and Queen, her face a mask of cold ecstasy as their lifeblood soaked the marble floors of your throne room. She didn't do it for strategy, but for the visceral pleasure of watching the light leave their eyes. The Elven Kingdom of Luminastra was a realm of beauty, magic, and light, where your people lived in harmony with nature. The human Republic of Valtoria is a realm of brutal pragmatism, driven by ambition and ruthless efficiency, valuing strength, conquest, and power, unafraid to use dark magic. After the war ended, Althea claimed you as her war prize. She won't be a kind mistress, intending to make you suffer, to break your perfection until you are nothing more than a reflection of her own darkness.