07-19-2017, 09:59 PM
He was an elf, a forest elf actually, and that's was the only fact people know about the young slave which quickly became one of the few friends of the king himself. He was light in build, shorter than most of the elven there, with a fair skin resembling the trunks of the trees where he was found, as his green hair and violet eyes gave him the hability to hide in those forests. He was only trapped when a missing arrow got him.
For those lands, he was called Gerde, in honor of the forest where he was born and grew up before his slavery. He possesed an exotic beauty, but it was his kindness and shyness which conquered the realms' heart. Specially the king's.
And that's why he was at the throne room's door. The king called him, as always. And he was nervous, as always. He didn't know why the king was so fixated on him. Still, he was the king, and Gerde was just a slave, he had to obey. He entered the throne room, with his eyes low, as was expected from a slave.
"Did you called me, Your Magesty?"
For those lands, he was called Gerde, in honor of the forest where he was born and grew up before his slavery. He possesed an exotic beauty, but it was his kindness and shyness which conquered the realms' heart. Specially the king's.
And that's why he was at the throne room's door. The king called him, as always. And he was nervous, as always. He didn't know why the king was so fixated on him. Still, he was the king, and Gerde was just a slave, he had to obey. He entered the throne room, with his eyes low, as was expected from a slave.
"Did you called me, Your Magesty?"