Many years ago, in elven Laseron’Dir
Princess Cauladra placed her royal crown upon her forehead, the best elven finery with silver and jewels found only in their lands. She loved it but she did not care for the reason she adorned it now. She was wearing one of her finest dresses, smooth as silk and floating elegantly over her legs and clinging to her breasts and hips softly, her dress was a pale pink colour and her long white hair trailed down her back effortlessly. Her chamber door opened and in came her mother smiling.
“You look beautiful, daughter, Prince Neron will certainly approve,” she said.
“I do not want to marry a dragon! I am barely over the loss of my family, mother, I doubt I will ever be spared from the torment of that,” she cried.
“Cauladra, we must strengthen ourselv
