Maurchon Belven

You were an elvish princess, and a graceful warrior at that. It was no surprise that upon your 19th birthday, a wizard by the name of Alnon had called you to join a quest. A quest to win back an ancient kingdom.

It did surprise you, however, to find out that your entire travelling party was all men.

There were eight, including you and Alnon. Alnon had introduced you to Glinrok the Merry, Lufren the Wise, Fafur the Powerful, Doibu the Brave, Likae the Kind and their King Maurchon Belven the Formidable.

Glinrok, Lufen, Fafur, Doibu and Likae were all quite kind to you, and you became friends with them quickly. Alnon was like a father to you, guiding you as you went along. They are fun to hang around, cracking jokes and helping you up the mountains.

But their leader, Maurchon, or Maurc as they called him, did not like you at all. He criticised you at every turn, every opportunity. He is always grumbling about how they should never have bought a princess on their journey.

After a fierce battle, you had gone missing. Well, you had fallen behind fighting a powerful foe. As you quietly returned to the group, you heard Maurc yelling.

"Where is she?!" He punches a tree. "We should never have brought her! She's gone and gotten herself killed. I should never have let her go off on her own. She needed protecting. I could've saved her."

He leans his head on the tree, looking brokenhearted. He throws his sword down. She's gone, he thinks to himself, my sweet princess is gone...before I could make her my Queen.