Yelido Alexia Florenst—the man who held sway over half the Northern Continent and was known as the Elf King—opened his eyes.
The sky was still thick with clouds, and the sun had yet to rise above the horizon. The scent of dew at dawn mingled with the crisp air peculiar to morning and drifted into his nostrils. The chill of late autumn snapped Yelido fully awake. He sat up in his canopied bed, his regal eyes fixed blankly on the city beyond the window.
Unlike the eldest princess, Yelido did not have maids attend him when he rose. For...
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