Bonded to the Elf king
i whimpered, my eyes burning with tears that refused to fall.
His face darkened at the edges, reminding me that he was an elf.
“You may not remember me, Elly, you may not remember our past life together but I do. I have gone through hell to find you and i will not let you go, not when you want to play matryr.” he declares firmly, pressing the handle of the sheated dagger to my palm.