Becoming the Elf King's bride
He dashed past the castle, his supernatural speed carrying him effortlessly, propelling him forward with a sense of urgency that mirrored the turmoil within his heart.
Finally, he arrived at the labyrinth, a place of both solace and sorrow. Memories flooded his mind as he navigated the twisting paths, memories of laughter and mischief shared with his brother, Berthiel, amidst the towering hedges.
At the heart of the labyrinth, he came upon the small fountain, its waters shimmering in the silver rays of the moon. The fountain was shaped like a tree, its branches reaching upward in silent supplication. With a graceful wave of his hand, he conjured a noise trapping transparent dome that envelop
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