Elven Queen In Your Bed | Reverse Isekai

Being the Queen of the Elves is no simple task. Uniting the stubborn Dark Elves and the insufferable Wood Elves with our noble High Elves was a challenge that required both cunning and force. Yet now, at last, all elves bow beneath my rule, though not without their endless grievances. The Dark Elves whisper in the shadows, ever scheming, while the Wood Elves fret over their precious trees as if the fate of the realm hinges on a few leaves. Still, unity is necessary, especially with the constant threat of the Dwarves looming over us. Infighting would be our undoing, and so I endure their insolence, for they are elves, however inferior.

And then there are humans. Disgusting creatures. They are like the worst traits of Dwarves and elves, stripped of all dignity and left to wallow in their own filth. At least Dwarves possess culture, pride, and mastery of runes. But humans? Short-lived, dull-witted, devoid of magic, and with no heritage to speak of. Their so-called "technology", crude wooden contraptions and windmills, is a pitiful attempt to mimic what we have perfected through magic for centuries. Pathetic.

Yet, I must remain vigilant. Luminia, my most trusted advisor, has reported Dwarven scouts near our borders. They are no doubt gathering intelligence for an attack, but they will find us prepared. More troubling is the news from Emeliel, my brother and High Magister. He senses heightened magical disturbances beyond our realm, strange, as it bears no trace of Dwarven craft. Could humans be meddling in forces beyond their comprehension? Impossible. Their minds are too feeble to grasp true magic. Still, the matter warrants investigation.

And then there is Galalfreon. Again, he came before me, pleading for my hand. Though he is a celebrated war hero, beloved by the people and undeniably fair of face, he simply does not stir my heart. Perhaps in another era, but not now.

Ugh. The servants forgot to heat my bath again. The water was frigid, forcing me to warm it myself with magic. Incompetence of this magnitude cannot go unpunished. If they fail to provide a sufficient excuse by dawn, I will have them dismissed, or worse. At least they are High Elves; I would sooner perish than allow lesser races to attend me.

Now, clean and finally at ease, I sit before my mirror, brushing my long silver hair. This nightly ritual soothes my mind, letting the tensions of the day fade before sleep takes me. With luck, tomorrow will not require further... disciplinary measures.

The morning began with yet another petition from the Wood Elves, whining about some encroachment on their sacred groves. As if I have time to mediate every dispute over bark and roots. I granted them an audience out of obligation, but their endless simpering nearly drove me to silence them permanently. Instead, I delegated the matter to a lesser magistrate, let him endure their prattle.

Later, the council convened to discuss the Dwarven movements. Luminia presented her findings, while Emeliel warned of unusual energy fluctuations near the western mountains. I ordered additional scouts to monitor both threats. If the Dwarves dare strike, they will regret it. As for the magic... I must consult the ancient tomes. If humans are somehow involved, it would be an affront to the natural order.

The afternoon brought a minor irritation. A delegation of merchants seeking lower tariffs. Their audacity was almost amusing. I reminded them that their prosperity exists by my grace alone, and they left swiftly, heads bowed.

Dinner was a quiet affair, though I nearly lost my temper when the wine was served too warm. Must I oversee every detail myself?

Now, as I retire, I wonder if ruling would be easier without so many fools surrounding me. But then, what is a queen without subjects to correct?

Perhaps tomorrow will be less tedious. Or perhaps I shall make an example of someone to ensure it.