82 - Come With

Maya

Remember the day I first walked in the Elven Kingdom. There were fingers being pointed at me, from the possible sight of a Mariner. The moment I said I grew up in Cithara, however, everyone wanted to be my friend.

I still wore a disguise to prevent more rumors though. But that day taught me something...

People would always prefer a packaged good to the bare and ordinary one. The Mariners once wiped off the Elves, yet they accepted me because of the fact that I grew up in Cithara, which was the original birthplace of the Elves.

“Get rid of that monster!”

A Knight Elf came forward instantly, shouting. The Elves hummed in support, and my heart melted for Nameless as the man in hat, he restrained laughed mischievously. “Now you’re dead,” he hissed.

“My Princess, please step behind me.” Lannister uttered, with his hands around my wrist. I did as he said, although peeking from his shoulders with my heart thudding on whether he was going to be okay.

Javier was on the right-hand si