[Theon's Pov]
"It was too late. When... can I see my granddaughter?" The green-haired man from the elven kingdom paced back and forth, his steps unusually silent despite the polished marble floors.
Lord Gregor sighed, rubbing his temples before stepping in. "Please have some patience. The princess is three. His Majesty needs to explain everything in a way she can understand."
The elf let out another deep breath, his brows furrowing, and now his pacing had turned into a brisk march. I watched him go back and forth like a caged animal. The tension in the room was thick—restless.
I sighed quietly.
Elves.
Beings from fairy tales, whispered about in history books and bedtime stories. No one knew where they lived anymore. They'd disappeared from the human world long ago—vanished into myth, into mystery. And that's exactly how they liked it. Hidden. Untouched. Distant.
And they expected humans to keep their distance, too.
