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Leithon strolled through the town wearing his red, gold trimmed, robes. His elven armor well concealed, along with the two dwarfish war axes strapped to his thighs. He rode proudly atop of his pure white steed, which was also draped in a cloth, but green with gold trimming. On each side of him were groups of elven guards being led by, the human's sad excuses for guards. The human guards all wore leather armor studded with steel, when the elven guards were attuned with finely crafty elven ore, mined from the finest min ein all of Goria.

Leithon was needed for a permanent peace treaty between the Humans, and elves. Even though Leithon was half human, he still despised the race of humans. He thought they lived in atrocious ways, never much order, other than a few general laws. Humans had many ways of eating with their fingers, not utensils which are specially designed for eating. Even their military had almost no order what so ever. Normal soldiers only wore hard leather, not finely crafted steel. Only officers wore steel, and rode horses. Another thing, in the elvish army almost every soldier rode horseback reguardless of their rank. But in the human army only officers rode horseback. But to honor their 'traditions' Leithon's men were on ground, without a horse.

As he strode into town Leithon glanced around at the scenery before him. At least the building were and upgrade from what he expected. Their buildings at least looked passable for him. They were consturcted with fine redwood timber, obviously harvested from the forest of Hirun. Doors were outlined, in what seemed to be some form of silver. He looked around. Hopefully since I am to be married here I will be resting in another type of home. He thought to himself.

Back when history had just begun to be recorded a war over territory and wealth arose throughout the secluded country of Goria. It first began with the Orcs. They started pillaging villages and taking over forts. Other races began to invade and pillage others for resources. Soon almost every kingdom had some sort of participation in the war. Except the elves and humans. Even though Leithon despised them he also saw the advantage. Even though the humans may not be as sophisticated as the elves they had the second largest army in Goria. There is an advantage in that.

Leithon stopped his horse when he reached his destination and hopped off. He saluted his men as he waltzed up to the Town Hall. He inhaled and exhaled sharply before knocking with the iron handles. He looked himself over, seeing himself as presentable he stood at the door. The point of his ears were peaking out of his cloak's hood.

(A female is needed to play the part!)";

This was not how Luna had expected things to go. She was sitting now in a castle, posing as the princess of the kingdom so that the real one could be with someone she truly loved. It wasn't that she could complain much about this, she just wished to not have to be stuck inside like this all the time, her wings began to cramp from not being used. She sighed as looked out the window and saw the men that were to come here for some marriage, as she had been told. She thought it would be one of the other girls, seeing as there were two other princesses in the castle.

She stood out as strange from the rest of the people here, with her long flowing white hair and strangely bright red eyes that seemed so kind and showed no sign of being demonic or hold a curse. She looked almost exactly like the princess that had left, but she was much older and much wiser in the respect, not the mention she had two very large wings on her back that she was trying very hard to hold against her back and the corset under her dressed did help very much. She heard the knock at the door but did not move to go get it, instead letting the king get it.

The king answered the door, greeting Leithon with a bright smile. "Welcome to our kingdom. Do please come in." he said, moving to let Leithon in. He then had the servants fetch Luna and the other princesses. There were only three, including Luna. They all came down and bowed graciously, to Leithon, saying their greeting to the elven man. Luna had already noticed his ears but did not say a word, not wanting to raise suspicious of her true identity.

Leithon bowed as the King answered the door. It was quite peculiar that the king of the place had answered the door, and not one of his many servants. As he stepped into the rather large place he took quick glances at the furnishings around him. The etiquette a dazzling colors reminded him much if home. He bowed once more as the princesses made their entrance. As he tilted forward his royal drapes fell from his shoulders and left him only in shiny elven armor. He looked quite handsome in armor, especially elven. His dresser advised him against wearing his helmet to 'show-off' his face and hair. She had very good advice. Leithon has lush brown hair that is pinched up in the front.

"It is quite an honor to meet you, your malevolence." He shook hands and bowed, yet again graciously. He then took a few steps forward facing the princesses. Leithon announced his name to the ladies. He had never seen a picture if his soon-to-be wife. But he quickly assumed it was the most dazzling. Her hair flowed graciously down to her back. He stepped up to her and smiled charmingly then took her hand and pressed his lips gingerly to her knuckles. He then pulled away. "This must be my new wife?" He was smiling completely obliviously as he spoke. He was truly trapped in her intoxicating beauty. But this lady had something she was hiding from him, he could read it. All his life he had learned I read people.

As Leithon stepped up to the princesses and introduced himself, the ladies then did after. The eldest was Cathrina, then the second youngest was Danille, and then there was Luna, but she had said Nevade, the name of the princess she was stepping in place for. She, along with her sisters, were shocked when he had choose her out of the three of them. Even the king stood there in shock at this. She did not say anything, not knowing how to react to this but the shock did show in red eyes. He wanted Cathrina to be choosen instead and thought it would work seeing as Luna had been told to wear a simple black dress that looked nothing like the other princesses gowns, which were gold and silver.

"How about we go into the court yard to discuss which it will be, you agree?" The king asked, trying not to show his utter shock. He had told the girls to return to their rooms and which they all did with a bow to Leithon as they left. Luna had not been expecting that turn of events, but she still kept her composure. She was going to keep her promise to Nevade, even if it meant for now she would be married to someone she did not know.

Leithon recognized the crowds utter shock and quirked a brow as he simply glanced back to the girl. Did he choose the wrong princess? She was obviously the most beautiful, and with a simple, elegant black gown had brought out her dazzling red Wes and lush white hair. He wouldn't deny that the other princesses were beautiful as well, but this one had some sort of sweet aura around her he couldn't place, and he loved a good mystery. He turned to face the king then nodded following him down the hall to the royal courtyard.

As he was being led down to the courtyard he admired the tapestries hanging from the walls. Even if their society may not be as sophisticated they obviously had marvelous talents in art. He ran his hand down the cool mahogany railing as the king led him down a multitude of cobblestone steps. Two servants opened the large wooden, gold-trimmed doors to the outside and Leithon stepped outside. He breathe in heavily taking in the scenery, and aroma of the nearby forest. He never had much time to spend outside since he was normally in his study, or taking lessons on battle strategies, and self-defense classes.

The king cleared his throat so that he could gain Leithon's attention. "You must've notice the shock that came when you picked the youngest of my daughters, I am a sure. I would have hoped you would picked my eldest, seeing as she has proven to be the most honest and most spirited of the girls." He said calmly as they walked the courtyard. Cathrina had proven to be the better choice of the sisters, seeing as before Luna took Nevade's place, Nevade was a quite and well rounded girl, much different than Luna who was kind and joyous, but she kept the act up, being quiet and never speaking much.

Leithon chuckled silently. "With all do respect sir, even though me being an elf, I do enjoy more than just order." He smiled respectably at the King. "The aura that surrounds her, is different than most of the citizens here. She seems more, lively. But something that is in her eye is wisdom. Your daughters may have intelligence, but she had wisdom, and wisdom sir is what is needed on the battlefield." He hoped that his dialogue did not sound snooty or disrespectful in any way shape or form. For if he did, he would let down his people. He vowed at the King and presented him with a flawless golden, diamond ring. "I wish to present my wife with this ring, is it acceptable?" It was a fabulous piece of jewelry, but with their blandness he didn't know if it were too extravagant.

The king was shocked at what Leithon was saying, seeing as he had not taken the time to notice the change in whom he believes was his daughter, he had not seen these qualities in her. He thought this over, thinking of this all, Leithon did make a strong point on this, even though this was his youngest. He reluctantly agreed to let him have her. "But, you most promise to take care of her, she was born very fragile and does not have good health. You most keep a close eye on her, to make sure she does not get hurt." He said, rather sternly as a father would.

Leithon bowed. "Absolutely sir, if anything bad happens to her I take full responsibility." He looked up, again he held out the ring. "Where can I find her, and you still haven't answered me on the ring." He looked out over the city, it looked almost nothing like his. Only the palace made him feel at home. And this will be his home. He sighed quietly as he looked over the city. So lively, his home city was always fairly, quite. People there would either be meditating or studying in the many libraries. Houses here were dull, stone and wood. Elven houses were intricate with wood, gold, silver, stone, marble. Even some furnishings had obsidian on them!

"The ring is no bother of mine, it is all to her on what happens next. Do not fret over something so simple. You my find her in the smallest of the towers, if you need help finding her, please do ask one of the servants." He said, looking over at the sky.

Luna sat looking out the window, seeing the birds fly by so graciously, and with it came the aching complaint of her sore wings, wanting to stretch out and fly with the birds and to feel the air run through her feathers. She sighed then stood up, pulling one of the many books that were in her room. She then went back to her seat at the window and began reading while sun shined down on her face.

"Thank you very much sir." With that he bowed and left the courtyard to search for his new soon-to-be wife. He turned up into the stairs where the smaller tower lay. Leithon noticed a servant passing by him, he called after her. "Excuse me, is this the 'smallest tower'?" The servant glanced back at him and node then quickly scurried away. Leithon continued his journey up the stairs to the princess. It was strange to him that they called it the smallest tower yet is has so many stairs. As he journey upward he ran fingers through his hairs and gingerly touched tapestries an stunned stain glass windows.

When leithon started to think that the stairs went on forever, he came to a cracked open door. He placed his hand on the smooth wood and slowly pushed open the door slowly, trying not to disturbs the princess. He entered the room then swiftly sat down next to her. "Marvelous aren't they?" He gestured toward the birds. "I have always wondered how it was to fly, wind through hair, a beautiful view as you looked upon the ground." He spoke gingerly trying to win her over. But as her observed further he noticed he noticed something quite peculiar. A feather was peaking out over the hem of her dress. He grazed it with his hand. His eyes narrowed. "Someone has some explaining to do." He tugged slightly on the feather, noticing that it was attached to something.

Luna looked over at Leithon when he entered, keeping on guard with him. She listened to what he said and looked back at the sky as a large eagle flew through the sky. "Yes, they are such lucky creatures, to be able to fly through the sky freely, never being tied down to the hard earth." She said calmly, still looking out the window. She had a far away look in her eyes, as if she was remembering something that was a distant memory. She hadn't noticed that the feather showed at the hem of her dress or that he noticed. When he tugged at it, she jumped up, knocking the chair. She looked at him in shock, then quickly pulled the hem of her dress down to her feet. "Uh..." She said, not knowing how to lie about that, a feather seeming to be attached to what looked like her dress or her while also reacting in such a manner she did. She simply stared at the ground, thinking on what to say, knowing from his words that he wanted an answer to the strange scene.

(Can I join this rp with you guys? What never mind I didn't see the 1x1 sorry.)

Leithon squinted his eyes in such a way it looked like a scowl. He looked at the decorated rug below his feet and examined. "I can not believe that I had been so foolish not to recognize that you were an imposter." He kicked the rug and wing open the door, nearly ripping it from it's hinges. He started down the stairs, but paused before he reached the third step. He sighed and brought his hand to the dwarves mace he carried. "What are you and where is the real princess?" He strode back into the room giving her a clear view if the weapon he carried. It was a gold-brass colored with fine rubies surrounding its hilt.

Leithon was a highly skilled fighter, and anyone who knew the elves realized that. At age sixteen he fought his first battle against the orcs. He killed hundreds and slaughtered many chieftains. The only battle he had ever lost was the battle against his father when he was thirteen, but now he can beat almost anyone in the land, wether it be weapon, or hand.

Luna was not surprised when he spoke. She was going to explain but he had left then returned. She let out a deep sigh then said "I am Luna Nanada, a friend of the real princess. She had fell in love with a knight and wanted to be with him but her father wouldn't allow it so she came to me to beg for a swap of places. I agreed and stand here. She knew of my secret and accepted it kindly, she is long gone now, as for where, I do not know."

Leithon shook his head violently. "I spoke to my king about your kind, about how you cannot be trusted." He huffed, he was about I break out into rage. Instead of storming down the steps again he started after her. He clenched a fist but relaxed and pointed his index finger at her. "Why didn't you just tell me." His words came out in a deep growl. He jabbed his finger into her chest. He tore off his cloak and tossed it out the nearest window and snarled. "I guess I will just have to alert the king about this." He turned sharply on his heels an walked purposefully down the steps despising, instead of admiring, the tapestries that hung on the stone wall. "Where is the king!" He bellowed as he reached the ground floor. He was furious, he despised these people, but he also had a duty.

Luna had nothing to say as he spoke but when he said that he was going to tell the king, she rushed after him trying to stop him. "No! Please don't. The real princess must stay hidden." She said, seeing that the servants were not around. "I can help you and your kingdom. Please do not tell the king." She said, tears actually began to from in her eyes as she thought of how pained her friend will be to leave the one she loved. "I am not like my kind. I was casted out many ages ago. I have experince on how to help and I will not die unless my wings are detached from my body. Please, I will do as you ask." She begged, pleading to keep her secret hidden.