The autumn air was clean and crisp, not to hot, but not too cold, perfect for wearing her white silk robe. She sighed, leaning against the stone balcony that overlooked the castle garden, thinking. This city was so foreign compared to the lush forests of her elven home, but she had come to calling it home. As a princess, Lillia knew how important the alliance between her people and the humans was. Her arranged marriage to the Prince Derek was not only a symbol of hope between the two once warring races, but the binding seal to the peace treaty that ended a long, brutal war. It was everything a princess could do to help her country.Besides, it wasn't like the human prince was a terrible husband. Prince Derek was tall with short, dark brown hair, light blue eyes, and a muscular body. He always saw the politics of the noble class as a burden to his true passion, leading the royal army. A brilliant strategist, he led the initial defense against the elven invasion. Lillia knew that some part of him did not want the war to end, as he told her there was no greater rush than the trill of battle.
