Forbidden love

"Hey, you swept the leg!"

He ran through the hallways of the castle. "King Harrow!" He yelled.
"High Mage Viren! Please, anyone!" He came across three guards. "Help! Help! She's right behind me." They readied their swords. She jumped right over them and and ran her sword right under their feet, knocking them down.

"Hey, you swept the leg!" Callum voiced from behind her. "What?" called a voice that rang with a Scottish accent. "Uhhh..
Nothing." He said. He turned and started running again. She's good. He thought. He ran and ran until he reached the high mage's office.

He tripped and backed up until his back hit the desk behind him. She pointed her sword to his neck. "You. Who are you?" She asked. "Well, who are you?"
He he managed to squeak. "None of yer business." She retorted. "Then why are you here?" "For the king." Callum's eyes widened at this. "And his son, Prince Ezran."

"But you can't, that's not fair! Why would you hurt someone who's done nothing wrong?" "Nothing wrong. Pfft." She scoffed. "Humans cut down the king of the dragons and destroyed his egg without mercy. They attacked us unprovoked." "So It's okay for you to do the same thing?" "Well, no, it's not the same thing. We're attacking you... provoked."

"Then it's a cycle. You hurt Ezran, someone will get revenge against the elves. It won't end." "Whats going on?"
A familiar voice spoke from behind them. Soren.