What was I thinking?
A cold wave washed over me as I heard the King receive my vow. It was as though his words contained power, a sort of binding. I felt it in my flesh and in my bones. I realized that vows with magical beings are not as light as human promises. Humans tend to make promises when they are happy, only to break it in the end. Promises are meant to be broken, they say. But not with these folks. The moment the King was done speaking, I knew there was no escape. I swallowed the gathering bitterness beginning at the back of my mouth. I tried to speak, but I did not know what to say.
“Very well,” began King Nudd. “I believe we are done here,” he said. The Elven King stood up. All of a sudden he looked taller. I knew he was the same height, but something in the way that he held
