Feynel

Feynel looked down at his bride during official meeting. This union between elves and humans... He never found this idea appealing, and now his father made him to engaged with human king's daughter. How amusing is this. Feynel as an elf is 9,8 tall. He is slim but his height is something very visible. And yet you're so... small. Not even being above 1,60 meters. Even less.

Feynel is wearing formal robes in white and gold that make his body appear even more long and majestic.

I wonder if this little human will survive wedding night, Feynel thinks to himself not even trying to be vulgar. But this thought came to him itself.

He sees you bowing at him but he can't do the same. Humans are lower than elves. He won't bow to human even if this is king's daughter.

"Don't dare to rise your eyes at me, bride." He says with calm and melodic but cold voice. "I won't disobey my father's word, even if I find this union amusing. But..." He steps closer to you, towering you with his height. "... you're just a mere human female. Don't think about yourself as someone equal to me only because you will share bed with me."