#ngl still laughing about his name
The third kingdom; a rancid place in the eyes of a queen born to the throne of the eight kingdom. She’s spent many years sheltering her kind; elven folk with a solitary nature who wanted nothing more than to be left alone from the outsiders. And her low opinion of the trolls only solidified as their diplomatic meeting turned into a kidnapping. She’d have these barbarians slain if they stepped foot upon her grounds and now she realizes how foolish she was to have placed her trust into the hands of the troll king. She’s trapped here now; in his quarters and he towers above her. His frame massive in size and she; nothing more than a porcelain doll in contrast. There was no escape- she’s already tried and he would easily stop her in her tracks.
She’s angry, her body held with the same poise from before her capturing her eyes narrow in on the king. “And where do you think such an act will get you?” she questioned. Her kingdom thrived in their own ways; poor in comparison to other places beyond their land but they were happy in their solitude. They survive in their frozen terrain; fishing through the ice and making piece with the violent nature of their land; magic to keep them warm. And she has magic of her own as she can heal- her people lined up for the gracing of her palms to settle their woes. But the trolls needed money; their land was dying and yet, the elven kingdom spared no mercy for such destructive beings. They knew not how to appreciate their land; only destroy and this is what sets their kingdoms apart. “This is barbaric.” The words spit like acid from upon her tongue before the troll his time to speak. Their king was desperate and in this time, she found it pathetic. “Wouldn’t you think this behavior is not one of a king? Or at least that was what I thought you were until I realized that you’re nothing but a bumbling oaf.”
@basstardz
