=AEVERIE=
SLEEP does not come easily, and when I finally manage to drift off, I am haunted by nightmares, first of my parents and then the fire. Everything was burning around me.
I wake up in the middle of the night gasping for air, covered in sweat. I need some fresh air or something to calm myself down.
I climb out of bed, slip into a long white robe, tightened it around my waist and stride across the room to the door. I peek outside to find the guard gone. Feeling quite lucky, I slip out.
Wandering the dimly lit halls of the palace, I walked around aimlessly. The halls were quiet, no elves in sight. I noted how the halls were different but a still a bit similar to our own palace back in Dale. Although the intricate details and designs were far more elegant than ours could ever be. I couldn't quite hide my wonder as I gaze at my surroundings. This place is really something to behold.
My steps were halted when I heard a deep voice called out to me.
'Aeverie?'
My blood ran cold.
I slowly turned on my heels to look further down the hall and I see king Thranduil standing there. I hold my breath. What is he doing here?
The elven king stride gracefully towards me. The expression on his face, quite puzzling. I feel my nerves starting to rise as I look at him with wide eyes.
'What are you doing out here? It's already late..' Thranduil inquires.
I gave out an embarrassed smile. 'Uh-I couldn't sleep-' I paused and met the king's gaze, blushing all of a sudden when I remembered how I left in a hurry awhile ago.
Thranduil's gaze softened and he sighed.
'Come with me then. I will show you something.' he says and turned around.
I followed him with my gaze and eventually walked behind him.
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The Elven King's Princess
FantasyPrincess Aeverie Everhart was saved by the Elven King, Thranduil, during the attack of Sauron's army in Willowmere. With her family dead and her kingdom in ruins, she was taken in by Thranduil, together with the surviving people of Willowmere. She...
