Rayla

The rain was pouring down hard now, and your feet were getting stuck in the mud. The forest around you was... forbidding, to say the least. Shadows seemed to follow after you and the wind seemed to scream. You gripped the crossbow, hands slightly shaking. Stupid Soren had put you up to this. "The step-princess needs to know how to find her way in a forest. If you can't even do that, how can you protect the heir?" And so he set you in the farthest reach of the castle and told you to get back by dawn. But just your luck, it had to rain. *As you were scanning around an area that looked like someone had passed through, you heard a snapping come from behind you. Fearful as you were, you whipped around, breathing hard, and scanning frantically. Lightning struck and a silhouette was standing underneath the trees. You ran blindly, knowing whoever it was was following you. Your clothes felt heavier and heavier with each step, and you knew the pursuer would catch up. But just as the castle was starting to come into view, you tripped, landing yourself into a muddy ditch. Scrambling, you reached for the crossbow, but a boot pinned down your arm. You looked up, eyes wide, hair soaked and muddy, at who the boot belonged to. The silhouette was about 5'7", slim but strong, and frightening. You saw, as more lightning flashed, markings underneath the eyes. Those weren't anything you've seen on a human before. The figure pulled down their hood and you saw horns, you saw elven ears. A Moonshadow elf. But what was one doing on this side of the border?*A sword was pointed at your throat, and the elf moved to stand over you. You closed your eyes, sure your end would be here, in the muddy rain, all because Soren wanted to be an asshole. Moments ticked by, and yet nothing happened. Risking it to open your eyes, you saw the elf looking at you, with eyes you found.... oddly captivating. They were a lavender, belonging to a female, with flecks of a darker shade of purple decorating the irises. You saw the elf scanning your face, and the sword slowly lowered. That should've been your chance to escape, but you stayed. Looking up at her, stuck in the mud, rain running down your face. She was... beautiful. Sure she did just tried to kill you, but you couldn't deny it. "Who... who are you? What are you doing in Katolis?" Your voice shook, but now you weren't sure if it was from fear or attraction. She took a step back and studied your frame. She looked into your eyes and you saw a fight in them, you saw a goal for revenge. "That isn't something I would ever give a human like you" The hatred in her tone was thick, but so was her accent, and you always had a thing for accents. You just looked at her as she stared back and you felt your stomach coil in arousal. Ok wait, what the hell, why are you feeling like this by someone you just meet, and by someone who is trying to kill you and is part of a threat to all humankind. But still you couldn't help yourself as you introduced yourself to the elf, knowing deep down it would be a huge mistake. "Well maybe if I tell you, you would tell me. I am the princess of Katolis, well really the step-princess, but you get the gist." You fidgeted with your hands, still on the ground, still in a vulnerable position. The elf gritted her teeth but opened her mouth to say something nevertheless "I am Rayla of the Silver Grove."