Authors note: hello everyone! This is not a Gambit fanfic like my usual stuff. This is a sorta Elven fantasy crossed with love and deep space. Iโm super obsessed with Baldurs Gate 3, LOTR, LADS and just Elves in general at the moment so Iโm combining these and Iโve made my own sort of plotline that Iโd like to write about. Itโs got sorta medieval whimsy elven vibes going on itโs definitely not for everybody but I hope you enjoy! Iโve got a Pinterest board dedicated to the inspiration Iโve used for this.
Iโll have a separate post with links if anyone is curious to see any moments/outfits/etc I have in mind whilst writing this <3
CW: arranged marriages, emotional neglect, patriarchy, elves, royalty,
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Morning dew gathered across your window, like a fragmented stained glass. The light came through, scattering across your room in abstract patterns. You never get to enjoy the peace for long, as your two usual maids; Nymessa and Aeverie walk in at exactly the same time, every morning.
Though, today was different. Today was special. Though for the life of you, you could not remember why..
โGood morning my lady! Up you shall rise!โ Nymessaโs voice came through, bright and cheerful. Followed along by Aeverieโs almost hollow voice, โYes, you cannot be even one second late today.โ
โWhy?โ Your voice came through slightly broken, and raspy as sleep coated your tongue.
Nymessa sighed, her eyes rolling. โWhy, donโt you remember? Your Majesty Naemaris, your mother, has arranged for your suitor to visit you today!โ Nymessa sighed dreamily, โa lady could only dreamโฆโ Nymessa stared off, an almost jealous haze coating her eyes.
โEnough. We have much work to do, Nymessa.โ Aeverie retorted, jabbing Nymessaโs arm. Aeverieโs gaze fell onto you, and her eyes working their way through you-deciding what needed to be perfected and what could remain on display for your new suitor.
No later than an hour after you had been awoken, you were ready. Your hair had been washed, dried, sprayed with flowery oils and styled to perfection. Your body, followed suit. Tied up in dresses, corsets, powder-the works. Admittedly, you did look beautiful. Though you werenโt keen to acknowledge it. Moments rushed by you, as one moment you were in your space, your bedroom still preparing and the next you were stood next to both your mother, and father as your suitor opened the door and walked in.
Your father was a tall, quiet man. His beard was long, white and he carried an aura of respect. Your mother, meek. Humble, though that was her public face. Your mother had a talent for switching her personality for public and private. Not much could be said about either of your parents. Theyโd hardly raised you. But here they were now, standing beside you as if they had spent the last 20 years of their life raising you, caring for you, parenting you. What a joke.
The doors creaking open pulled you out of your daydream, and there he was.
That was the only way you could describe him. His features were soft, graceful. He almost looked like an angel, his lips naturally pouted. His hair was long, blonde, silky. Everything about him screamed royalty and it was right too. He wore a white suit, of which has a beautiful (but large) cape training behind it. His boots clicked across the marble floor as he approached you.
His face, almost unreadable but his eyesโฆ perhaps it was the shade of blue they were but his eyes held an element of sadness to them. He knelt down in front of you, lowering his own head.
โMy lady.โ His voice barely above a whisper, his own hand reached up, offering to take yours. You gently gave him your own hand, and he pressed a kiss to the back of it.
As he looked up, you could see his eyes were watery. Perhaps he too did not want to marry you. The thought twisted in your mind but settled in your stomach. He raised from the floor, still holding on to your hand as if you would disappear if he let you go.
Your father spoke, breaking the tension which held thick within the room.
โPrince Xavier, of Phobos.โ
Your father cleared his throat, continuing,
โI present to you my daughter, as we offer her hand in marriage to you. With this offering, we would be inclined to take a peace treaty, alongside the generous sum of ten thousand gold.โ
Xavier, if that really was his name, nodded, taking a quill out of his pocket to sign along the letter your Father had pulled out.
Your mother released a gentle sigh, it was done. โBeautiful,โ she murmured, placing her hand on your back. โThe wedding, 30 days from now. Will that be okay, Prince Xavier?โ
He nodded thoughtfully, offering you a small smile. โOf course.โ
โThen itโs settled, let us talk, Prince Xavier. We have much to discuss.โ
Your father, and Xavier turned, walking towards a private sector within the castle. Before they left the room, Xavier turned back, looking at you before he left. He smiled, it almost looked genuine.
Maybe he wasnโt so bad after all.
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This wasnโt super long since I just wanted to trial this,, I donโt think many will be interested since itโs kindaaa niche?? Im really enjoying writing about it tho so idm ! If you have any advice or feedback please lmk <3
Yes the other LADS characters will make an appearance, or I can make separate versions for them if anyone desperately wants one !!
