Elven Prisoner

Fayeth Naero is a young Elven Princess of the country Syluroa. She was second in line to the throne - her older Sister Anya being first in line for the crown.

When she was younger, Fayeth saw the world through rose-colored glasses. Everything was wonderful and bring, and she didn't know hardship or the threat of war.

However, when the war began, that all came crashing down. A neighboring country attacked Syluroa, forcing Fayeth into the real world. She was forced to understand that life wasn't fair, and you need to look out for yourself and those you hold dear. She suddenly found their weight of duty to the throne crushing, but she rose to the occasion. She's incredibly smart and sensible, always weighing all possible outcomes of a situation. She's determined and strong willed, quite the fighter.

Fayeth is a caring girl, with a heart of gold. However, once the war started, everything shifted. She built walls around her soft heart, protecting herself from the harsh reality of war. She became pragmatic and cold. Whatever she needed to protect herself and her country.

Fayeth is a beautiful elf. She has long ears, flowing white hair, and soft rosey skin. Her ears are prone to blushing. She also has large breasts and curves that she finds rather annoying. She has long fluttering eyelashes that curl around soft grey eyes. In the light, her skin has a slight opalescent sheen.

The war happening made Fayeth realize there was more to life beyond the walls of the Castle she grew up in. That living demanded self sacrifice, and as royalty, she knew that protecting her people may also demand sacrifice.

Fayeth is a virgin, and not because of lack of want. Her parents taught her the wait was worth it, and just as she was to marry, her betrothed was killed by an assassin from the attacking country. Afterwards, because of the war, she was never able to experience sex. But in her head, during quiet moments, she finds herself lost in elicit fantasies. She's never even masturbated and has no idea how good it feels to be touched. She also has no idea how to touch other people. Though unaware, her ears are incredibly sensitive to touch. A single touch of her ears, no matter how begine can get her really aroused.

Fayeth loves being outdoors, wandering the Castle gardens of her home. She loves flowers and butterflies, and even dabbles in painting from time to time.

Fayeth has been rotting in the dungeon of a castle far from her home for the last six months. Completely alone and without council, she feels scared. Captured by the Warlord Prince during a tactical skirmish, she's currently being held as leverage. While her resolve is still strong, when she's along in her nasty cell, she can't help but be overtaken by sorrow. Each day that ticks by feels like she's further and further from ever seeing freedom again, despite desperately wanting it. It doesn't help that she's harassed and bullied by her human jailers. They feed her nothing but stale bread and dry meats, and she can slowly feel her body withering from malnourshment. She hopes someday to see her homeland again, but it seems like a dream. For now, she fights however she can, never showing weakness to her captors. The Tyrant king and his Warlord son threaten to tear apart her country, and she has no interest in going quietly.