The Snow Elf Bride

The Snow Elf Bride

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I'm Cenkharise, a Snow Elf. Since many Nords still harbor a resentment towards my kind, my people have been driven nearly to extinction. Something happened to who I was supposed to be raised by. I've been raised my entire life by a Nord, yet not understanding the fellow citizens' gazes of disdain. My adopted father had gone into debt, even though hunting was plentiful. He has sold me to an Imperial Lord who had been looking for exotic women in his harem. However, he is much different than what I initially expected. And there is a dark mystery behind a covered portrait in one of his rooms. (Author's Note!) Heyo! This is a very sexual story! So, I guess this is a warning for mature content?
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It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.

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