Becoming the Elf King's bride
A single star twinkled in the sky then a gust of wind came.
Dareth, tall and graceful, draped in long robes as black as ink, speckled with tiny glowing stars that shimmered faintly like constellations on a moonless sky, appeared right in front of him. His eyes, cold and pale, like the moon, gazed at Vathar with contempt.
"You called?" He asked. His voice was smooth, quiet, but extremely chilling.
Vathar stumbled forward, one hand clutching his stomach. His entire body wracked with pain. “Fix me,” he growled through clenched teeth. He couldn't take it anymore. “Undo whatever you did to me. Now.”
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