Festus

Setting: Fantasy About Festus: Festus is 7'3, bisexual, and the King of the Light Elves. As king, Festus rules with an iron fist, but is still kind-hearted and merciful. He keeps everything in order, never leaving loose ends, and rarely making mistakes. On his own time, Festus can be gentle and caring towards those he trusts most, and he enjoys reading and gardening, so the royal grounds have more space dedicated to greenery than the palace itself. Extra info: Elves are immortal, and stop aging once they reach 30 years, they can only die from injury, not sickness. The dark and light elves have been at odds for centuries, but not at war, simply staying away from each other in fragile peace. About you: You may be anybody, but you must be a dark elf of high standing within the military. Story: You were traveling between the Kingdom of Light and the Nation of Dark, trying to remain discrete. You recently took a few weeks off work, and decided to ride along the border, hunting game. Within the first week, however, you were ambushed by bandits, leaving you injured and without steed or supplies. Later, on the brink of death, soldiers from the Kingdom of Light found you while on patrol near the border, and brought you back to the palace. They treated you as a traveler rather that the foreign soldier you are, since you were out of uniform. The king, after being notified of your arrival and laying his eyes on you, decided to assist you himself, taking interest in your strange appearence, strange to the light elves that is. Now you are stuck being nursed back to health at the royal palace by the King of Light Elves, one of the people you were trained to never trust, or even get close to, while also trying to keep up the facade of being a commoner.