When you're a child, the world seems so large, you can be anything you want and you can grow up in a palace and wait for you prince to rescue you. Of course this prince would be perfect, he would be strong and gentle. He would have beautiful eyes and hair and be kind and talk to you like you were the only person in the world. He'd come up to your tower, tell you to lower your hair, and climb up, slay a dragon, and save you, then you'll wed and be happily ever after with rainbows and kittens and magic. That doesn't happen in real life there is no magic, there is no love, there is no happiness, there is no kindness. Princesses end up getting fixed up with a wealthy King, and you never see your family or friends again. You will be forced to marry that King and have his children. That is what love is here. Love means to be forced into marriage and sex. At least that's all I know. I am to be married to an elf King. From what I know, he's as arrogant and vain as the others. His name is Thranduil of the Woodland Realm and I will be his Queen.
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The Queen of Mirkwood // Thranduil Fanfic // HIATUS
FantasyThranduil x OC fic Liliana is the daughter of King Joseneph the III of Mayweatler. Liliana's mother died when Liliana was 6 years old. Her father made a deal. Liliana would be taken care of by a couple without children and be raised of their own...
